This is a song about "Stale"

Insincere when standing alone/ heart beating/ becoming stale and frantic/

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

Rappers got personas yo that shit is kinda stale

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage