This is a song about "50 scent"

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Use dog shit to mask your fucking scent

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Your scent flowing in the wind

You can search but you'll never find

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Presidents claiming they heaven sent there scent is stench you gotta stay away

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say