This is a song about "Ideal gas"

Defining a color of a race was their ideal or commoners of tenancy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

You think me paying attention in school's ideal?

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Im happier when high and drunk

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

You outta gas? do you got a flat?