This is a song about "Gas prices to high"

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

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

Jump into the car to peel out of the gas station

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Who'd predict shed come to me? make me feel so high,

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

So much class, double d’s and ass

Or id be pumping gas

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

And normally, i'd try to end this fucked shit on a high.

All we need is convienient love

I cant believe the prices

It's obvious i'm crazy

Blazing the weed to get high free,