This is a song about "Drawing and sketching"

Drawing knives on the kids from the succotash fights,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Yeah, ready for whatever

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I don’t care where ya are