This is a song about "Gas stations"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Just put your hand on the glass

Or id be pumping gas

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass