This is a song about "Chin"

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

See this scar on my chin?

Lookin’ for some action

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin