This is a song about "Gas meter"

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

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//

Baby, you got that super bass

Got my foot on the gas

Of the nearest gas station,

I love all the inspiration

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

So much class, double d’s and ass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Disrupt, erupt the fucking meter, developed a fever,

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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