This is a song about "Laughing gas"

Got my foot on the gas

No one-half and i hate math

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Y'all mario brothers, i'm metal gear

Of the nearest gas station,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

With such an ugly picture in it and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas