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"

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Connects to your brain or

Im seated by the floor

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

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

I'ma eat my way into your brain like a fucking caterpillar

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

A full time sex slave, never find another

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother