This is a song about "Big chin"

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I would hit him in the chin, but it might be snappin his neck

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

The rich didn't think to see, plastic skin slippin' from chin to feet

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Tryna put her chin to me

Huh, a metaphor of course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

These wussies pretending to stand big

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Hmmm where should i begin

See this scar on my chin?