This is a song about "Real world paint"

Young chino i go hard in the paint

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Cause it's like you're my mirror

I paint the perfect picture

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

Potions paint me mental pictures

Administer of the pain, just finished, huffing the paint

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here