This is a song about "Chin"

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

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

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

I’m a hustla, baby

Tryna put her chin to me

You wanna be 50 so bad you got shot in the jaw and your chin swelled

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

And the reason that i'm going

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown