This is a song about "Red paint"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Young chino i go hard in the paint

Mental instrumentals lost like paint poured over pavement

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Skies are black, clouds are red

I respect that you don't know yet

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

Everyday hard in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

So they just paint wired

We left em a world that's cursed

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Color your eyes alveolar red

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I paint the perfect picture