This is a song about "Crayon"

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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