This is a song about "Natural gas"

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Natural thrills i seek stem from conquering earth's highest peak,

Make him inhale the gas fumes

When they hear me rocking the groove

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

No rehearsal, i know it all like urkel

Cant help my actions, they come natural