This is a song about "Terra smells"

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

And try to say he smells some funny aroma,trying to keep the persona,

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Suck it up, and hit like the rhythm flows through mc terra

Perpetual head of this spittin'thing he'll screw yo terra

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Me and kid and terra, miracle and rissa, smooth flow,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

My shit so dank it smells

I made it myself

He made his username after what i am on the mic, complete "terra!"

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses