This is a song about "Ball so hard in the paint they got to re paint it"

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

(ball so hard) got a broken clock, rolleys that don't tick tock

They claim they want peace but they paint the future with blood of the dove

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Everyday hard in the paint

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Lebron james, when im in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint