This is a song about "Crimson chin"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

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

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

So if it comes down, may the best man win

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

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

See this scar on my chin?

I know that love it could begin

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

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever