This is a song about "Smoking gas"

I got a green bag with them blue strands

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Go where you ain't been

Of the nearest gas station,

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

It's too turned going up like gas

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Throw it in reverse

Smoking sticky fixtures