This is a song about "That awful smell"

On they twitter writing novels, see

Smell the dirty stench obsessed wit every

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Across the nation, we don't fuck with you and awful status,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

You smell like you're an unseen, unclean

Caged, and the wonder is seen

My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

If you're that god-awful, coulda just asked, i got some copy paper and bashur's stencil

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man diewas only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still