This is a song about "Paint ball"

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Cause you'll never be free from this blind faith you paint!

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Potions paint me mental pictures

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Young chino i go hard in the paint