This is a song about "The stink"

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

You stink like a lit tire

Took the van, went snatch her

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

But girl you got me open

The bigger the the fun

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her