This is a song about "Smelly queef"

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

The fish was kinda smelly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Had a bilingual pussy that could queef latina

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep