This is a song about "Rudding off the paint"

Everyday hard in the paint

You already are caged

Lebron james, when im in the paint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Over the bridge, i drive off,

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I paint the truth whenever i relay my intentions

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

I paint the perfect picture

And there's little to be glad for