This is a song about "Chin chin"

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

No body, i'm aiming straight for your chin you'll know why i will grin

Girl listen, trying to position

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

(make a) girl's kitty purr on my chin after i've been in her

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown