This is a song about "Black people stink"

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

She leave her hair in the sink

Walking around like my shit don't stink

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Your raps stink like opening paint, it's game set

If you feel it, it must be real just

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

Most people hear me rap thinking i'm black nothing wrong with that