This is a song about "Gas stations"

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

A couple of sprites but no beer

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

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

I love all the inspiration

Of the nearest gas station,

Fighting with my weak hand

I got good gas and the weeds dank

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

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