This is a song about "Stained niggers"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Coughing up octane, slick and smooth tongs stained

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

You already are caged

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Who know this be the life that i really live

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

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

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

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

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,