This is a song about "The stink"

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Walking around like my shit don't stink

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Had i not been exposed to these things

Yeah, ready for whatever

Starting to stink bury her,

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

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

The bigger the the fun

Mami... she open, she open