This is a song about "Mona lisa come and paint this"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Sit down and take tokes, niggas come around town like jokes, i can beat this bitch

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So allow me to paint pictures as i'm sharin' this, loudly

This like excellent paint a perfect picture

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

So i'll paint a line for you and your stupid mind

Open up your contacts then scroll

But when i see this troller come and troll