This is a song about "U stink"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Well hello nigga....i was waiting for u...

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

These rappers stink i make em bloodied body but then karma came

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

And if u didnt know u left for him

Oh, you look like my next victim

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

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

I aint scared to merk u

The boa know they loving the crew