This is a song about "Maser"

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Laser point like obi, get paid you still owe me.

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,

Inspiring new rappers for generations

Rags to the wrist glitter, car 6, rooms

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Greater then the great gas-bi.

Wanna see you work your body

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

You outta gas? do you got a flat?