This is a song about "Loss of smell taste hearing vision"

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

A taste of waste i don't want here.

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

You're uncool like my mother kin

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

To all of you that have ever had a vision

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one