This is a song about "Smelling like ass"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Like a lame ass little bunny

Then i'll smoke your ass like snuff

I feel my work ain't enough

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Screaming at my ass like boy you better win,

Like football your ass smacked dad

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

I'll beat your ass like a jealous husband.

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You hit the wall like its another crack in someones ass.

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

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

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic