This is a song about "Smell your shit"

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

By my bad shit, you smell the reek of ladders

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

So you can talk your shit

I'm stuck with that

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Your talking shit dropping shit like toxic

I aint lettin' you win with your shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit