This is a song about "That awful smell"

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

But i've got an awful bad case of writer's block.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

So don't be like everyone else that would be awful

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

I can smell it in the air

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Smell of the juana yeah that dro is top shelf/

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

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

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Smell the dirty stench obsessed wit every

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My ass sitting, awful on metal without no cushion,