This is a song about "Scent"

A clever felon sensing the scent of a verse

We gotta get back to what really matters

Left still while this blizzard blows my whiskey scent

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

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

Same weed good times with a different scent

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

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

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

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Your scent flowing in the wind

Jimmy back me, child