This is a song about "Weed money gas"

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

But my brother got a year

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last