This is a song about "Gas"

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Its cold as shit in this booth

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Got my foot on the gas

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass