This is a song about "The stink"

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Starting to stink bury her,

And let them lames get your old number

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

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

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

You stink like a lit tire

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

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between