This is a song about "Gas"

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

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

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Got my foot on the gas

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

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