This is a song about "No pictures"

That's why i here whispers

Potions paint me mental pictures

Bitch, i'm painting pictures

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Girls tuggin at my zipper as i paint these mental pictures

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

But i cant help with they send me naked pictures

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

Talking of the gods you serve

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures