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

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

But i let off everything i have

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

Got my foot on the gas

And when it come to the cash

Or id be pumping gas

Gotta make that cash

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

And all we lack is communication like service sucks