This is a song about "Ideal gas"

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Making money was the ideal

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

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

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Like i could make you my misses, this shit is ideal.

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

She graduated top of the class

It's too turned going up like gas

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas