This is a song about "Skunk lust"

Drove away undiscovered, smothered in lust

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Fake niggas i never trust , cause they always lust

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Must be enough to counteract the the bipolar lust,

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Strictly pure skunk in tha trunk i'm forever green

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

Yeah you smell like a skunk

This is something different

Left to chokers and skunk smoke was coming through the speakers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years