This is a song about "Smell"

You the type to smell ya fingers when ya done wiping

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota

My all gold rolly or the

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

Down in miami, with a super ho team

You smell like you're an unseen, unclean

Yeah you smell like a skunk

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and