This is a song about "Gas stations"

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

To mash those difficult

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

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

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

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

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