This is a song about "Crayon arguing"

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

I hear plato, and socrates, arguing with aristotle,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I turned away from the arguing and the bullshit

Long days but longer nights, always arguing about nothing

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Arguing into the night, hatred at the sight,

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

That's what they'll say

Arguing everyday,