This is a song about "Painted airsoft guns"

Remember my guns like a mic,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Get the ironlaks im spray painted spb thats all im drawing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

A myriad of colors other brothers, wishing the painted

See i let my nigga split that

This isn't the picture i painted.

Laughing at the picture painted out with the words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records