This is a song about "Smelling diarrhea"

Timeless is word used by me, to describe the supernova of my rap diarrhea.

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

To this day, the game, will never be the same

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Talk shit, diarrhea

My all gold rolly or the

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits