This is a song about "Paint"

Young chino i go hard in the paint

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Looking kinda lost let me paint you a picture

Not only had the fiend died

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

Blasting out some backyard

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Potions paint me mental pictures