This is a song about "Stink bombs"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Real strong spitting fire bombs

Smoke a bong sniff mom's coke (whiff) i spoke bombs

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Dropping them bombs? yes i be

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

But i think they stink like poo

I just wanted to be at peace with you

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Immediately with these bombs i'm totin'