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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Girls tuggin at my zipper as i paint these mental pictures

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Like a small garage in your backyard

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

To speak from my soul when i paint this visual.

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

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,