This is a song about "Black slaves stink"

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

So if you done with these beijing games

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Then i gotta say peace to you

But i think they stink like poo

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

You're talking to one of the greatest

Walking around like my shit don't stink

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist