This is a song about "Gas"

Or id be pumping gas

So chase the air hide your stash

And i got that drive and she just might crash

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

With such an ugly picture in it and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Make him inhale the gas fumes

I still got my nike boots