This is a song about "Stink"

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

In fact, they stink like the stuff dat oozes on a girl pad.

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Your raps stink like opening paint, it's game set

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink