This is a song about "Hard in the paint"

Lebron james, when im in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I go hard in the paint ill dunk on you

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Everyday hard in the paint

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

In the game i've got far, cus intertwining rhymes is not hard

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Mental instrumentals/ lost like paint poured over the pavement