This is a song about "Smelling diareha"

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing