This is a song about "Pumping gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I don't want it on my back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Rolling while im blowing this stash

It's too turned going up like gas

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Now you trynna reach it like an elf whose first pumping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Put the purp in the blunt

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled