This is a song about "Shit stains"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

The pain stains the brain with delays in

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Aint gon repeat this shit

So i banged for a minute

I swear they talking shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Your talking shit dropping shit like toxic

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Enough with the crazy shit

Bitch you should see my wallet