This is a song about "Natural gas and precious metals"

The hitler of my youth, when i get on the mic and gas the truth

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

I read your flow and think, ah, how precious, but yet so suspicious,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I'll spray you with gas and toss you a lit match.

Flash that arm with that hammer catch

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

From an unstable family of alkali metals

Adap ta, 'cause these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her