This is a song about "Noble gases"

You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Its all got unknown gases and u wont have a handicap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

I am of blue blood, had a noble birth

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though