This is a song about "Face paint"

Administer of the pain, just finished, huffing the paint

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Potions paint me mental pictures

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

That try to chase these skirts

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

So they just paint wired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Mental instrumentals/ lost like paint poured over the pavement

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I’ll be back on the same night

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

So rest your weary heart

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)