This is a song about "Paint ball"

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

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

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Got on my signature paint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Better or worse, the center of attention

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Everyday hard in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words