This is a song about "Real world paint"

Cause you'll never be free from this blind faith you paint!

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Got on my signature paint

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

You to the world

So they just paint wired

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Young chino i go hard in the paint

I paint the perfect picture

Ass cap, put em in the river