This is a song about "Smoke gas"

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Motivated just from being broke

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Why probe our ass

Or id be pumping gas

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

It's too turned going up like gas

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

I'm off the wrong road

I smoke on the best smoke

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//