This is a song about "Spray paint leaving my mark"

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Ill paint my life as picture like a mural on a wall

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Spray ya cap away to blasts and spin 'em with my intellect,

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Just leaving my family out in the long haul