This is a song about "Cheeks"

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell