This is a song about "Acne studios"

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

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

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

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//

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

, ssc chillin laughing n bein happy, we just get it poppin like a case of bad acne.

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

I've seen the inside of half a dozen studios

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes