This is a song about "Gas stations"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

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

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

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

It's too turned going up like gas

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips