This is a song about "Smelly people"

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

I'm a savior to these people,

This is the root of all evil

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

This is for the starving people

Lady at the frank stand will

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

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

I know they pay me too much of attention