This is a song about "Cheeks"

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

She choked 'n' frowned as tears were rolling down her cheeks 'n' soaked the ground

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket