This is a song about "Gas stations"

Make him inhale the gas fumes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Every weekend going to airports and train stations

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Petty raises, life hastens, we're stuck at our stations

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

The vision is quite clear

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines