This is a song about "No stinking crotches in the photo"

Stay in it till i'm old, sad and stinking

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

She got grove st. on replay

We stuck here,in the dirt,no way

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Man these nigguhs photo shopped

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Now drown in my sound, no clowns just the crown

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around