This is a song about "Shit stains"

Enough with the crazy shit

Razor grips, laser spit

Severin ur vital organs,no stains,i flow like cynide thru ur veins,

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains

I ain't playin with this shit

After that moscato hit

If a nigga talkin shit

I put the nigga in his casket

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Find yourself in serious shit"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I swear they talking shit