This is a song about "Crayon"

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Crack to sweat - not under sun;it's when he play with his crayon.

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand