This is a song about "Stained niggers"

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

Man it’s the killer tracks

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Laughing at pretenses of stained stakes is my core listing

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//