This is a song about "Second picture"

Fucking painting picture

Baby, you know who you are

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

With such an ugly picture in it and

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I paint the perfect picture

I gotta picture the harm

Hodgy beats is like limp balm