This is a song about "Painted airsoft guns"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Laughing at the picture painted out with the words

A myriad of colors other brothers, wishing the painted

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Piece of art that i painted

Sick and tired of being under rated

I ain't tryna brag though

We got dat guns and flow

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence