This is a song about "Ms paint"

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

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

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check