This is a song about "Stinky shit"

Or let the mob handle that

On some bonnie and clyde shit

Pssh you a p.i.e.c.e of shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Reluctant to, to give a shit

Bitch you should see my wallet

The club underwater, have em running out the front

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

No car key and i mean that

Aint gon repeat this shit

Razor grips, laser spit

I swear they talking shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.