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

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

No more lingering smell of christian dior,

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

To all of you that have ever had a vision

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one