This is a song about "Pumping gas"

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

If you ever feel alone and

This boa, what's your motivation

Of the nearest gas station,

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Or id be pumping gas