This is a song about "Gas"

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

Twist me up, let me crank

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Rags to the wrist glitter, car 6, rooms

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Got my foot on the gas

Baby, you got that super bass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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