This is a song about "Rotten mayo"

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

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Before i start to rest, i'll eat on rotten pests

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Haha well thats where you're wrong pal, this shit is rotten

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home