This is a song about "Gas n mud"

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Bleeding but still breathing when you kicked me into the mud,

Looks a little like mud!

We're young and we don't give a fuck