This is a song about "Gas stations"

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Or id be pumping gas

Why probe our ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

But i let off everything i have

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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