This is a song about "How people smell bad"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

Because of people bad incisions

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets