This is a song about "Good gas"

It's a -- situation

Of the nearest gas station,

Clap two times if you drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Haters beware, i can see clear

I got good gas and the weeds dank

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I'm tryna fuck the shit out your aspirations

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