This is a song about "Smell"

But five years from now i bet she see

Even if it does smell fishy

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

U look pathetic and smell like some dog shit

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Yeah you smell like a skunk

Bitch i just wanna remember your smell

True player, cory mo cold as hell