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

What up girl, tell me how you been

Of the nearest gas station,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

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

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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