This is a song about "Chalk eastwood"

Like rocky balboa or a grown eastwood

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Leave a nigga on the sidewalk, body lined with chalk

Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw

Outline your body with chalk

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I'm spittin' when i walk, kickin' up chalk on the block and know i walk funny,

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Im the main suspect to the body outlined in chalk

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw