This is a song about "Blood stained nikes"

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

From jacob's ladder following me from behind, blood stained disguise,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Laughing at pretenses of stained stakes is my core listing

All you need is clean shorts and some nikes?

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

But they only like kids with hightop nikes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

The cool say i'm thug

Full up to fuck with blood,