This is a song about "Gas station"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

It's too turned going up like gas

I compliment you with your conversation

'cause he's a #boo-#llet train that won't stop at your station

This is the end station

Through thick and thin

So fat he has his own aviation station

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

So ray j went straight to the radio station

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

And i wont stop rapping til' my names on every station

Life's like a weather station,

Catch you up on places i've been