This is a song about "Smoking gas"

Or id be pumping gas

And when it come to the cash

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Know just what your worth

Smoking sticky fixtures

The vision is quite clear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

This is something different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled