This is a song about "Natural gas"

Lead us not into temptation

Of the nearest gas station,

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Or id be pumping gas

While i'm rubbing on that ass

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

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas