This is a song about "Stink"

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

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

Walking around like my shit don't stink

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

I'm coming home with you

But i think they stink like poo

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

Death deceased never left a badder stink, prepare to rinse with antiseptic stings,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get