This is a song about "Acne studios"

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

Here i go again, falling in love again

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

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.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Inspiring future musicals unsuitable, not for studios.

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I've seen the inside of half a dozen studios

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes