This is a song about "Paint stripper"

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

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Potions paint me mental pictures

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Yeah, mi casa su casa, got a stripper like gaza

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Paint a picture of a thousand word scripture,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint