This is a song about "No gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I ain't trying to be ignorant

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

If you feel it, it must be real just

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

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