This is a song about "Real world paint"

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

To what we doing here

Where real recognize real

So you finally got the nerve

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

They will out to the real world,

But i murder him first

Paint a picture of a thousand word scripture,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I know they pay me too much of attention

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession