This is a song about "Hard in the paint"

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Rappers talking fingers on the trigger claiming hard staring in the mirror

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Young chino i go hard in the paint

Administer of the pain, just finished, huffing the paint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Everyday hard in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Mental instrumentals/ lost like paint poured over the pavement

Parallel on the other side

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight