This is a song about "Gas"

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Or id be pumping gas

And when it come to the cash

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

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

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/