This is a song about "Innapropriate pictures"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Love it when we take pictures,were a good mixture,

Paintin' pictures vividly, the mic is contacted now,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Cause in the long haul you'll remember these lyrical pictures i draw

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

Compose/ masterpieces in my dreams, pictures graphic

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

We all took pictures grinning from our jaws

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Girls tuggin at my zipper as i paint these mental pictures

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap