This is a song about "Smelling diareha"

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.