This is a song about "Paint sniffing"

Sniffing up the coke, but its the bar weed am on/

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And keep ya ears listening ‘n sniffing for a track by me,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

Potions paint me mental pictures

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I paint the perfect picture

Need a new liver

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement