This is a song about "Crayon"

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

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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