This is a song about "Gas"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Make him inhale the gas fumes

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

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

I got good gas and the weeds dank

And i ain't trying to land