This is a song about "Smokinng gas"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Do not attempt to interfere

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

She graduated top of the class

It's too turned going up like gas

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

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

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Don't know her name those ain't really important