This is a song about "Gas laws"

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Or id be pumping gas

Lights will flash, cars will crash

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

And i can write a hook fast

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass