This is a song about "Gas pedal"

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

About disaster in the world and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Or id be pumping gas

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Got my foot on the gas

Cause you're most likely to crash

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Do not attempt to interfere

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Seen niggas pedal melons and meddlin' in endeavors,

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Tryin to push the metal pedal