This is a song about "Smells like teens spirit"

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Give the bomb the spirit so i can spirit

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

I will crush this timid misfit with my lifted spirit

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

U love when im in pain ur like a shark that smells blood/

I am transforming, into a rap spirit,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

You know that love is a very serious thing

Do it, okay, okay

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.