This is a song about "Ring stink"

Suggestin' there'll ever be a such thing, ring, ring ring,

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

Walking around like my shit don't stink

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

My team supreme the name will always ring,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

If we talk your lines, well they stink more than a sewer.

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Content to be a spectator than stand in the ring,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring