This is a song about "Stained niggers"

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang