This is a song about "No gas"

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

The day before is better than the present

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

To soho, baby milo so dope

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

But nah, he is quite different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I got good gas and the weeds dank

I just write that right by a mic stand