This is a song about "Gas price"

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Put the purp in the blunt

If you try to squirm you’ll pay the price

Who know this be the life that i really live

Still got my nike boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Of the nearest gas station,

I am my inspiration

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

And power means a price

Started off on thin ice