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"

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Cause your pussy like your friends, an you ain't from the projects

Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch

When i say your garbage, leave your brain with a big blockage

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Your shit is dryin up like the stain, that's on my dang sweats

Keep coming back for more

Connects to your brain or

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

For the occasion, paper planes

Not with cash with the blood that's from your veins

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

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit