This is a song about "Ms paint"

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

Everyday hard in the paint

You already are caged

The birds i knew flip birds

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

So they just paint wired

Girl, i put in that work

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

Blasting out some backyard

And i feared that my fans say i failed

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

That's why i here whispers

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement