This is a song about "Smell"

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

I don't even wanna smell

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Yeah you smell like a skunk

This is something different

I can smell it in the air

I'm love stoned and i could swear