This is a song about "Gas"

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

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

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I’m coming back like light-skin and

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

About disaster in the world and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I'm from the number one place on the map

You outta gas? do you got a flat?