This is a song about "Roof paint"

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

Look, just remember how that winning taste

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Squirrel is running on the roof

That's why i here whispers

Potions paint me mental pictures

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

You already are caged

Everyday hard in the paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

Squirrel is running on the roof

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth