This is a song about "Gas"

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Or id be pumping gas

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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