This is a song about "Smell good"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Shows to do, got record to sell

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

Im so great you can smell it thru your nose

You feel it from your head to your toes

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

U look pathetic and smell like some dog shit

I don't even wanna smell

And i ain't goin' well