This is a song about "Gas"

It's too turned going up like gas

I can barely wipe my ass

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Still got my nike boots

Enforce, i'm elegant and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

This how i hear it different

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

You couldn't live your life for the moment