This is a song about "Smelly fart"

Come up to your peep hole, leave you fuckin' smelly nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

What them tippers don't see

The fish was kinda smelly

I'll use you to whipe a wet fart so your playin your part

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard