This is a song about "Gas"

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Still got my nike boots

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

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

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

If you ever feel alone and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled