This is a song about "Gas"

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

I got good gas and the weeds dank

They could never understand

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

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

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

I am my inspiration

Of the nearest gas station,

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

And bijies like im out and