This is a song about "Curry stink"

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

Death deceased never left a badder stink, prepare to rinse with antiseptic stings,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

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

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

We're made for each other

Starting to stink bury her,