This is a song about "Georgina gas"

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

I got a green bag with them blue strands