This is a song about "Breath smells"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She smells the skunk on me

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Go back under water, gotta catch my breath

Carefree i don’t need the stress

That make it hard to breath

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

My shit so dank it smells

And try to say he smells some funny aroma,trying to keep the persona,

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears