This is a song about "Stinky turds"

Ill spit first then shit turds and take the mic rip worse,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Cant beleive you turds thinking your my challenge

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,