This is a song about "Smelling boxers"

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running

Heavy hitting enough to make you piss in your boxers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Get a pampers prepare to pee and drench your boxers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick