This is a song about "Smell my farts"

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

You can tell by the amazing smell

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

But i've got all the farts, well contained

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for