This is a song about "Curry stink"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

In fact, they stink like the stuff dat oozes on a girl pad.

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Had i not been exposed to these things

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

You stink like a lit tire

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.