This is a song about "Smelling"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt