This is a song about "Paint"

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

I make songs about shit for attention

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Look in the mirror

I paint the perfect picture

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Young chino i go hard in the paint

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Administer of the pain, just finished, huffing the paint

Looking kinda lost let me paint you a picture

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor