This is a song about "Ms paint"

Snitches here don't got no heart

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Potions paint me mental pictures

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

But is you trynna be dinner

I paint the perfect picture

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with