This is a song about "Ms paint"

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement

I paint the perfect picture

I ain't did shit officer

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Got on my signature paint

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words