This is a song about "Graffiti"

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

I started out as a troubled teen, hit my prime at age seventeen graffiti an hip hop was my scene

We can talk things over a little a while

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be