This is a song about "Liquid gas"

Of the nearest gas station,

But im a well of inspiration

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I got good gas and the weeds dank

And i can write a hook fast

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas