This is a song about "The stink"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Walking around like my shit don't stink

Money is most of y'all interest

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I thought i recognized her

You stink like a lit tire

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her