This is a song about "Stained real"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Cause real niggas do real things

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

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

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

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

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Hopin' when this bread get here

Where real recognize real

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained