This is a song about "He stank"

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

See, you're my best friend

He can split he can bend

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,