This is a song about "Gas"

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Clap two times if you drunk

But nah, he is quite different

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Secret society all we ask is trust

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit