This is a song about "Gas pedal"

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Then floor the pedal for the devil.for essential potential

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

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

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

As i light one for ill will

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I chose to keep pressin' on the pedal, after we mourn