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

Or hearing the noise of ammo

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

In a collision, i see their ambition

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

Loss of time for play-doh; i'm steady spending more pesos

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Loss of time for play-doh, i'm steady spending more pesos

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes