This is a song about "Gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

And bijies like im out and

Baby, you got that super bass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

About disaster in the world and

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

A lot of people called it last year

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips