This is a song about "Gas"

While i'm rubbing on that ass

It's too turned going up like gas

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

But i let off everything i have

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

She graduated top of the class

Got my foot on the gas