This is a song about "Acne studios"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

On your back like i'm acne, shit your pants like i'm flax seed

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

Then i'll rome with the gods, rip the acne from your face,

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Better check ur facts b, i pop tags like its acne,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see