This is a song about "Stink bombs"

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Real strong spitting fire bombs

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Immediately with these bombs i'm totin'

You stink like a lit tire

Baby, you know who you are

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

Walking around like my shit don't stink

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Not king james, these were coke kings

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.