This is a song about "Stink pudsy"

You stink like a lit tire

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her