This is a song about "Delux and makeup"

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Dc star, a pg legend

What i do, through and through and

I remember the makeup running down your face

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Big homie hov said i am close

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Made me fine to go without makeup, and even wear glasses on my face

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

But then we would make-up

Well, um, there's a but