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

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

My mark starts via a vita to leave a fat dent,

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

My wifes leaving me for nothing and i wanna know why.

Leaving you in phycosis with my lyrical hypnosis.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

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