This is a song about "Good gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

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

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck