This is a song about "Smelling boxers"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Get a pampers prepare to pee and drench your boxers

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

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

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

She took off my tommy boxers, now i'm going commando

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Heavy hitting enough to make you piss in your boxers

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick