This is a song about "Liquid gas"

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Of the nearest gas station,

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Got my foot on the gas

No one-half and i hate math

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck