This is a song about "Crayon arguing"

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Arguing into the night, hatred at the sight,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

I turned away from the arguing and the bullshit

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Arguing everyday,

All up under the covers day

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Ending the shit right here arguing with my conscience

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Long days but longer nights, always arguing about nothing