This is a song about "Pumping gas"

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

Look, just remember how that winning taste

So much class, double d’s and ass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Of the nearest gas station,