This is a song about "Crayon"

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

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

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

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank