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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Wandering pondering how far till the next gas station

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

The station where all the rap generals are at

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

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

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for