This is a song about "Good gas"

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

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

Secret society all we ask is trust

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

The pioneer of the coke rap

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Ever since then i had no job

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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