This is a song about "Scent"

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Presidents claiming they heaven sent there scent is stench you gotta stay away

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

A clever felon sensing the scent of a verse

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Same weed good times with a different scent

Left still while this blizzard blows my whiskey scent

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

Your scent flowing in the wind

Fine young man with an old man mind