This is a song about "Gas"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Of the nearest gas station,

I am my inspiration

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Got my foot on the gas

So chase the air hide your stash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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