This is a song about "Stink pudsy"

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

That means two, between me and you

But i think they stink like poo

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