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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Leaving you in phycosis with my lyrical hypnosis.

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I paint the truth whenever i relay my intentions

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

To speak from my soul when i paint this visual.