This is a song about "Blood stain your slain your brain my goal is to clean the stain i ll be your murderer your assassin your killer or your bane sprayin like an ak breakin veins on their way from the brain laid back like a recliner puffin on that marijuana leave your running"

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

The scars on ya fist is just the same as the pain in your brain,

I rather give you my last to see you live again

You aint shady spiritually literally or lyrically, your a shit stain not metaphorically now leave,

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Leave your running to your mamma,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

On so tight that it begins to constrict your veins

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes