This is a song about "Ideal gas"

Girls, you looking for a man? then i'm ideal.

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Gotta make that cash

Or id be pumping gas

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

It's too turned going up like gas

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

The vision is quite clear

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled