This is a song about "U stink"

Your raps stink like opening paint, it's game set

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

It's really not an issue

Now my team comin right back at u

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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