This is a song about "Natural gases"

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/

Its natural to feel scared i would be,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Cant help my actions, they come natural

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Its all got unknown gases and u wont have a handicap

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love