This is a song about "Smoking gas"

Or id be pumping gas

So chase the air hide your stash

? all white but the phantom is all black

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

With such an ugly picture in it and

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

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

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

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

I got good gas and the weeds dank