This is a song about "Stink bombs"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Went out and had a church of kids

Then drop bombs like vietnam better ring

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

Dropping them bombs? yes i be

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Set off alarms with them bombs,

I like bitches in air maxes without socks