This is a song about "Gas mud"

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Its cold as shit in this booth

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Looks a little like mud!

Some niggas ain't got no luck

And everywhere that mary went it wretched her through the mud,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

My last girlfriend would kick me into the mud for no reason

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none