This is a song about "Draw"

Draw so fast from the hip,

Lease on the whip

But it’s for shock value and money, we simply draw from this energy,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Y’all gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw,

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Im sick of fucking being skint for draw

As the shadows draw near shh dont make a sound

And put another half a mil in my bank account

It should be a crime for me to draw the line, cause i'm going overtime guy, tonight/

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

To hold a pastel and draw the tears for me to see

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city