This is a song about "Great picture"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Of pleasure, jill you did great

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Works quicker than anti-depressants, get the picture

Feeling colorless like a 20s picture

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My life is a movie, universal my picture

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Cop a car, new estate

It seemed everything was great

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Looking kinda lost let me paint you a picture

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Or let the mob handle that

This isn't the picture i painted.