This is a song about "Smell"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I don't even wanna smell

I can smell it in the air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

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

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

No more lingering smell of christian dior,

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Even if it does smell fishy

I’m tryna be low key