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

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Time past like it was precious

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

But thats ya natural habitat,

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

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

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

...that's all i have

Or id be pumping gas

Talking about the god you serve

Those seconds are precious like hours

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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