This is a song about "Scent elves"

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Left still while this blizzard blows my whiskey scent

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

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

Uh, this what's been on my mind

Your scent flowing in the wind

A clever felon sensing the scent of a verse

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

Same weed good times with a different scent

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,