This is a song about "How people smell bad"

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

But how about y’all look at whoever is leading the people,

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

I know people had it worse, but i had it bad enough

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

And it's nasty how bad you're about to get blasted

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,

In her defense she a part of the crowd

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

But how about y’all look at whoever is leading the people,

Seeing people with bad reputation

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin