This is a song about "Gas stations"

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I'm tryna fuck the shit out your aspirations

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

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

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

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

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass