This is a song about "Biggie smells"

Do it, okay, okay

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

East with biggie and group home

So i guess you think you grown

But don't fall asleep

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Just like the homie biggie said

Code red, which means you go red

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

With out people like reggie, jay-z, tupac and biggie