This is a song about "Smell bad"

"i could smell it on you when i saw you"

When i get to warwick avenue

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

They're trash talk, nothin else kid, your bars fuckin smell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

No more lingering smell of christian dior,

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

See that's insult to injury

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota