This is a song about "Stink pudsy"

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

The youngest of my mother kids

You stink like a lit tire

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

In fact, they stink like the stuff dat oozes on a girl pad.

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

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

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet