This is a song about "Gas meter"

It's too turned going up like gas

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

No money for the meter when i'm parkin' em

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

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

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

Got him rinsed, sink, sinking in by the meter/

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her