This is a song about "Stale"

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Surgent with my rhymes, almost asphyxiated but never stale

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid