This is a song about "Stained real"

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

If i don't make that man there dance

Cause real niggas do real things

They say he the key to my blessings

No gimmick: real time, real heart

And by the way i'mma start

Laughing at pretenses of stained stakes is my core listing

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

When you spill out hits

Cause real niggas do real things

From jacob's ladder following me from behind, blood stained disguise,

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

I'm so clean, you're cum stained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised