This is a song about "Bradys stink"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

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

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

"it makes me sick;stick so deep;stink so bad like never before."

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

Starting to stink bury her,

The only time i flirt with her

You stink like a lit tire

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

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain