This is a song about "Solid liqui gas"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

It's too turned going up like gas

Unable to think clear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

I’m tryna stay solid while the whole game is see through

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Since napster the sales been crashin' and