This is a song about "Painted airsoft guns"

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

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

You couldn't handle the canvas of all the pictures painted

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I painted a crime just for the feds

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

Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Good kids make bad grown ups