This is a song about "Gases"

You're passed to the back of the class for your flatulent gases

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

Its all got unknown gases and u wont have a handicap

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration