This is a song about "Gas prices to high"

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

But being high only elucidates to me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

He sighed, then started to cry, his voice got kinda high.

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

So chase the air hide your stash

Or id be pumping gas

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high

I told her all about how we been living a lie

And losin all his money

Blazing the weed to get high free,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Jump into the car to peel out of the gas station