This is a song about "Black slaves stink"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

If we talk your lines, well they stink more than a sewer.

Semen get leaked to the women of the future

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

But i'm not worried

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

These rappers stink i make em bloodied body but then karma came

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Picture a place that they exist, together

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

They vaguely decipher my language