This is a song about "Gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

But nah, he is quite different

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I love all the inspiration

Of the nearest gas station,

Its youngmigokidd on this fuckin beat hit that gas call it ghost

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

Don't know her name those ain't really important

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and