This is a song about "Gas"

Or id be pumping gas

So chase the air hide your stash

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

But nah, he is quite different

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

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

I compliment you with your conversation

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

I can barely wipe my ass

Got my foot on the gas