This is a song about "Imagery sight smell touch taste"

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

And bad bitches give me head and tell

With my end goal in sight

Cause i feel its right

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

I don't even wanna smell

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

No glasses, love at first sight

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

New school, old school outside

I need you outta sight,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Life is too much

So y'all can cope n' touch