This is a song about "Gas"

To mash those difficult

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

She can only live for the moment

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

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

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips