This is a song about "Gas"

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

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

While i'm rubbing on that ass

It's too turned going up like gas

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Got my foot on the gas

Baby got that super bass