This is a song about "Stink"

Or something that you paid for

You stink like a lit tire

Starting to stink bury her,

How simple they are

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

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

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks