This is a song about "Gas"

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Your life is a product of trash

Or id be pumping gas

If you ever feel alone and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Snapple fact: you rather wack

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job