This is a song about "Roark smells like shit"

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Runnin shit like a track star,

See, i like the person that you are

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You delighted in making them feel like shit/

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

U love when im in pain ur like a shark that smells blood/

You treated me like shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

My shit so dank it smells

I say that keeps me going

And it smells like burger king.