This is a song about "Ezras smell"

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

The former, position of a pimp

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Im so great you can smell it thru your nose

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

You the type to smell ya fingers when ya done wiping

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Smell the dirty stench obsessed wit every

No more lingering smell of christian dior,

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death