This is a song about "Good gas"

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

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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

Got my foot on the gas

You can't be wiping your ass

With such an ugly picture in it and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk