This is a song about "Gas pedal"

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

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

But nah, he is quite different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

New lesson, you ain't got progression, you just pedal that aggression/

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

See these lights got me on another level

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Scrilla fan, oh boy and