This is a song about "Poop stain"

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

So much to say a scrabble game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

No evidence of what dad did to her, she cleaned up the blood stain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

I ain't interested in fame

They're a permanent stain

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

One day i took you into the front yard to pee and poop

Like poop smeared on the walls

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz