This is a song about "Shit stains"

The pain stains the brain with delays in

First off congratulations on the win

You don't mean that, you faggot

I swear they talking shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

The pavement tastes like iron and there's stains on my knees

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

It's all good, finna dog that

She crazy, that stalker shit

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

Saying they this and that

I said here take this shit

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

I put the nigga in his casket