This is a song about "Gas"

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

That happen to act like a black president

Got my foot on the gas

No one-half and i hate math

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

It's too turned going up like gas

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Or id be pumping gas

How the fuck you wipe your ass