This is a song about "Ms paint"

Young chino i go hard in the paint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Everyday hard in the paint

You already are caged

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

Potions paint me mental pictures

Strumming my pain with his fingers

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

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint