This is a song about "Natural gas"

Of the nearest gas station,

Oh-kay, here's the situation

These natural disasters coming at a great cost

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

'cause chronic's the best there is, natural selection,

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

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

8 in the morning when that street clock bust