This is a song about "Stained real"

He just get her bigger bags

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Laughing at pretenses of stained stakes is my core listing

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Your carpet stained white, but just a little off

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

That was my influence

Cause real niggas do real things

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Semi-automatic, i spit real