This is a song about "Acne studios"

I've seen the inside of half a dozen studios

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

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

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

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