This is a song about "Natural gas"

I love all the inspiration

Of the nearest gas station,

They call me better now. see when everything is stopped

These natural disasters coming at a great cost

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Got my foot on the gas

No one-half and i hate math

Cant help my actions, they come natural

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Its cold as shit in this booth

Make him inhale the gas fumes

This is something different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled