This is a song about "Smell the roses"

Shows to do, got record to sell

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

They smell you coming down, oh, look, you can see the flames,

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

And i don't make no bed rock

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

So i wake up in the morning and smell the suns breath

I just might throw a big amount

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

My all gold rolly or the

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota