This is a song about "Gas"

Got my foot on the gas

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass