This is a song about "Smelly kenny"

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head