This is a song about "Car paint"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

The engine in back of my car

I know i've came so far

Potions paint me mental pictures

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Your music in the car

She is far bizarre

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

The birds i knew flip birds

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

She should have invited her

I paint the perfect picture

No i can't drive a car

Hope my city is not too far