This is a song about "Gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

When drunk i only drink beer

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I still got my nike boots

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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