This is a song about "Your breath stink"

First on the list: you can spit shit till your last breath,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Until your lungs are compressed from a loss of breath of me impressing you//

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

Put that weak shit down before i take away your last breath

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Starting to stink bury her,

We fuckin' it up this summer