This is a song about "Gas stations"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

May just gon' bring hobo back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

And i wonderwhere will i be next year