This is a song about "Smell ya later"

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

And call the hospital for him for later.

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Bitch i just wanna remember your smell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Save ya breath like respirators, i might just test ya later,

He'll be at home jacking off later

My pockets got paper on paper

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

U got all them drums in there

I can smell it in the air

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

And all women who had light features, see