This is a song about "Gas"

It's too turned going up like gas

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Why a black nigga take ass over class