This is a song about "Lexi s stink"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest