This is a song about "Working at a gas station"

I'll spray you with gas and toss you a lit match.

You might decline the hit list's catch

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

The station where all the rap generals are at

Im an infestation, take you life from you at the station, while your patiently waiting

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Beggin for money at a fire station, i evolved with this nation, im a master creation,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god