This is a song about "Gas"

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

She got me caught up in the moment

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

About disaster in the world and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Of the nearest gas station,

She all on my skin

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit