This is a song about "Smell"

And never should you tear

I can smell it in the air

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

You can tell by the amazing smell

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

You smell like you're an unseen, unclean

Even if it does smell fishy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well