This is a song about "Stained real"

Cause real niggas do real things

Soon as the stooly sings

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

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

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

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Coughing up octane, slick and smooth tongs stained

Your carpet stained white, but just a little off

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

And still a nigga made it here

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

They just wanna dance