This is a song about "Gas meter"

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Got my foot on the gas

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

But i let off everything i have

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I've erupt the fucking meter, your heater,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas