This is a song about "Smokin and painting"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Driving me crazy with this painting canvas

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Bitch, i'm painting pictures

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

Smokin sweet and sour

You know the gunpowder