This is a song about "Drawing and sketching"

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Tell a bitch lean

Drawing knives on the kids from the succotash fights,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

But if you choose wrong it's not white chalk that im sketching

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Now i'm sitting home writing sick though, sketching out these flow's like a stencil

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear