This is a song about "Pumping gas"

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Clap two times if you drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

I got a green bag with them blue strands

My heart exists as a miracle organ pumping death throughout my body,

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Got my foot on the gas

...that's all i have

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Cause i got the burner in the hand