This is a song about "The sense of smell"

No more lingering smell of christian dior,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Smell the dirty stench obsessed wit every

Roll up niggas be like sex

The shit u say doesnt make sense

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

Always had a sense of doubt,

Only chicken heads chicken out

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free