This is a song about "Crayon"

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

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.

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice