This is a song about "Stained niggers"

But they sold jello in the paint

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Your carpet stained white, but just a little off

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

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

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Watching for hollow-tip shots

For setting up traps

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

It's all over now, take it like a man