This is a song about "Gas turbine"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Enforce, i'm elegant and

The day before is better than the present

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

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

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I still got my nike boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass