This is a song about "Cam smells"

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

"smells like dope" they'd tell me, i'd just stare at them zoned out

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Cause they right down the street

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Get drunk, fuck a slut, and break out the cam

Bitch, they call it motor city

She smells the skunk on me

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

I hit you through this screen here call it smack cam

Put that pussy right up in my face, i remember, the way she put it down

I'm hearing familiar sounds familiar smells, only time can tell whos gonna run this town.