This is a song about "How people smell bad"

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

Organized crime, i kill your boss

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Because of people bad incisions

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks