This is a song about "Gas"

It's too turned going up like gas

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

But got comma’s in my statement

Of the nearest gas station,

Lead us not into temptation

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

But i let off everything i have

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Put the purp in the blunt