This is a song about "Stinky shit"

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

How bout we blow this bit

I talk about real shit

Aint gon repeat this shit

With g's in my pocket

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Your talking shit dropping shit like toxic

And ain't worryed bout shit.

See i let my nigga split that

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Talk shit, diarrhea

My all gold rolly or the