This is a song about "I didn t picture you dieing"

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Then kill his manager

I paint the perfect picture

I give you a halo to reach on the picture placed on your tombstone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Picture perfect, man they took you out the picture

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I gotta picture the harm

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Fuck this image i'll show you a real picture

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

This isn't the picture i painted.

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit