This is a song about "Gas"

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

She can only live for the moment

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips