This is a song about "The stink"

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

And all the while i think of you

But i think they stink like poo

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

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

The bigger the the fun

Baby you're the one