This is a song about "Stained niggers"

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

If i don't make that man there dance

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

I can't explain the way it stays, i'm grateful my brain's already stained

Start off with the night well like, i think i'll just have a taste

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

I put that shit on my man

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that