This is a song about "Ryan smells"

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

And it smells like burger king.

Fuck it, im leaving

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Raised by a momma who, who

Eh yo ryan, this ones is for you

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

And try to say he smells some funny aroma,trying to keep the persona,

Down the ryan, in a scion

There's nothin' like where i come from

I'm hearing familiar sounds familiar smells, only time can tell whos gonna run this town.

I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and i'm 22 now it's about to go down

She smells the skunk on me

Bitch, they call it motor city