This is a song about "Ideal gas"

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

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

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Got my foot on the gas

No one-half and i hate math

Of the nearest gas station,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass