This is a song about "Gas"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Clap two times if you drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

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

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

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Got my foot on the gas

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams