This is a song about "Sexy fumes"

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Tie it in silk and name it sexy;

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I spit fumes so sick you could die of a choke on it

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

You're fake like costumes taste my exhaust fumes like the views?

You reflect me, i love that about you

And a sexy pair of lips id love to kiss too