This is a song about "U stink"

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

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

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

You stink like a lit tire

I ain't talkative neither

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

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Would u give me care if i came to u bloody?

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free