This is a song about "Gas"

And bijies like im out and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

New canvas she need a new stroke

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Put the purp in the blunt

No one-half and i hate math

Or id be pumping gas

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

But i let off everything i have

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,