This is a song about "Gas"

Cause you're most likely to crash

Got my foot on the gas

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams