This is a song about "Gas price"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

My rhymes pre-cise, i'm too much for you, like weed's price.

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Commin out, tryna bounce, fisher price

Of the nearest gas station,

You're uncool like my mother kin

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Then put it into sex drive

Honey, you’re worth the price

In him my price is paid!

I'm dreaming to be great