This is a song about "Stink"

Walking around like my shit don't stink

Money is most of y'all interest

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

"it makes me sick;stick so deep;stink so bad like never before."

Well, that's what you are

Starting to stink bury her,

Poke out from behind her

You stink like a lit tire

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan