This is a song about "Crayon arguing"

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

Long days but longer nights, always arguing about nothing

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Arguing into the night, hatred at the sight,

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

I hear plato, and socrates, arguing with aristotle,

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I turned away from the arguing and the bullshit

Ending the shit right here arguing with my conscience

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears