This is a song about "Noble gases"

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I am of blue blood, had a noble birth

Its all got unknown gases and u wont have a handicap

Aww fuck it, about to jack off, go catch a fucking cab

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

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

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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