This is a song about "Paint this"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

No wonder why when times get hard

Potions paint me mental pictures

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

We just trynna be winners

I paint the perfect picture

"contemplate", i wrote about her

That try to chase these skirts

"rappers don't paint pictures with words