This is a song about "Gas"

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

May just gon' bring hobo back

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

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

And get caught, in the moment

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Or id be pumping gas

Put the purp in the blunt

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

You're uncool like my mother kin

Of the nearest gas station,

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

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