This is a song about "Gas"

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

It's too turned going up like gas

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

With such an ugly picture in it and

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit