This is a song about "Gas mask"

Secret society all we ask is trust

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

They could never understand

Tricks fast get past the bloody mask