This is a song about "Nude pictures"

For that paper, i'mma grind

I'm taking pictures with my mind

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

Bitch, i'm painting pictures

Talking of the gods you serve

Who like all my pictures,

I've chewed, can shoot, and leave you in the fucking nude

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

We all took pictures grinning from our jaws

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Potions paint me mental pictures

Talking about the god you serve