This is a song about "Stink"

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

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

But i think they stink like poo

I think i could save you

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf