This is a song about "Smell people"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

My all gold rolly or the

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

You the type to smell ya fingers when ya done wiping

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

As: i know just what you mean

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Even if it does smell fishy

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Im so great you can smell it thru your nose