This is a song about "Gas mud"

To highjack you from the hearse and throw you in the mud

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

...that's all i have

Or id be pumping gas

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

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