This is a song about "Gas meter"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I've erupt the fucking meter, your heater,

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

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

And i got that drive and she just might crash

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams