This is a song about "Gas"

Of the nearest gas station,

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Baby, you got that super bass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

To mash those difficult

We getting money, you can face the facts

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

It's too turned going up like gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass