This is a song about "Gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

I'll get to em when i land

I got good gas and the weeds dank

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

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Just put your hand on the glass

Or id be pumping gas