This is a song about "How people smell bad"

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

It provides "protection" for it's people, yet kids are lured into bad choices,

Because of people bad incisions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Why do people have bad attitudes

I ask him how the bad bitches

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

Amazing how they raise us to be racist against our people,

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