This is a song about "The stink"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

"it makes me sick;stick so deep;stink so bad like never before."

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama