This is a song about "Stink bombs"

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Real strong spitting fire bombs

Sb nike's, with the grey box

No not kanye but i drop the bombs

Look at us rhyme too, out lyrics drop bombs,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Immediately with these bombs i'm totin'

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

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

Starting to stink bury her,