This is a song about "Nitrogen gas"

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,

I'm tryna fuck the shit out your aspirations

Come with ya gas you’ll leave with a dead crew,

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Still got my nike boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes

If you feel it, it must be real just

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Spray nitrogen in your eye sever your pride then leave you to die,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy