This is a song about "Ms paint"

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Everyday hard in the paint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Pulling down her skirt

So they just paint wired

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement