This is a song about "Smoking gas"

But i let off everything i have

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Fighting with my weak hand

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Or id be pumping gas

And when it come to the cash

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

She can only live for the moment