This is a song about "Pumping gas"

But im a well of inspiration

Of the nearest gas station,

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Got racks you don’t understand

First off congratulations on the win

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

When drunk i only drink beer

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Its cold as shit in this booth

It's too turned going up like gas

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

But nah, he is quite different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled