This is a song about "Crayon"

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

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

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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