This is a song about "Ideal gas"

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

You think me paying attention in school's ideal?

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

You after me, huh? i'm after cash