This is a song about "The gas st"

Or id be pumping gas

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Still got my nike boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

It's too turned going up like gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass