This is a song about "Gas"

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

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

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Its cold as shit in this booth

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

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//

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit