This is a song about "Pablo picasso"

Picasso without paint i'm /great like the dividing range/*

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Still writing my diary like petey pablo

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Killing the game, call me picasso with the vivid picture i create

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The most lowkey somebody call me pablo

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Split the difference, couldn't fit the new picasso in the limousine