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

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

We might be back in this baby

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

I only got one rule, no kissing

I had this crazy vision of killing

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

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

To all of you that have ever had a vision

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun