This is a song about "Paint stripper"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Take it all of for me stripper,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

With a broken front bump - er tryna get a stripper as

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Everyday hard in the paint

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

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

So you finally got the nerve