This is a song about "Lord chin chin"

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Tryna put her chin to me

And its simple as that baby

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

Lord just look up lucid

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

What up girl, tell me how you been

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

I'm the only god only lord,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Competition on the court