This is a song about "Stained real"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Laughing at pretenses of stained stakes is my core listing

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Cause real niggas do real things

Ghost in the hook so real

You guys are still here

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

‘cuz you always keep it real

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...

Where real recognize real

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

When that money calls i holla back

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//