This is a song about "Smoking gas"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Catch you up on places i've been

Of the nearest gas station,

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

Except she's got a little more ass

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas