This is a song about "Gas"

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

So chase the air hide your stash

Or id be pumping gas

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Got racks you don’t understand

I got good gas and the weeds dank

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit