This is a song about "Ideal gas"

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Of the nearest gas station,

I love all the inspiration

They say that i never cease to amaze

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Got my foot on the gas

Why probe our ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

Clap two times if you drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Making money was the ideal

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here