This is a song about "Gas"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

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

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

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//

You're uncool like my mother kin

Of the nearest gas station,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Make him inhale the gas fumes

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

It's too turned going up like gas

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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