This is a song about "The gases up"

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

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I mean turn up the bass

Every year i get it out

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

2 of her friends in the back boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I see the sun comin up

Bitches is artificially duck

I don't really give a fuck

....from the bottom came up...

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration