This is a song about "Pink grafiti"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

Eye all pink, and cut to shit,

I put the nigga in his casket

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

But it's still cool just to dream man because

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Cus if you ask me, it's all about the pink and the green

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Like a savage ravages the pink abyss

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

She in dangerima about 2 save her pink ranger

What you call hate

Can't think straight rant pink crate