This is a song about "Gas"

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Of the nearest gas station,

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Yellow diamonds in my ear

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

But nah, he is quite different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas