This is a song about "Gas"

This how i hear it different

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Of the nearest gas station,

It's a -- situation

Still got my nike boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since