This is a song about "Mace"

But you never come when you period is five days

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Can't find the mace in my pocket so i do an about face and

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I pulled out my mace and sprayed freddy in the face

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

To run fast" shit freddy is alive i go to grab the mace and

The other one was about spray me with mace

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Id fight you but you'd probably use mace, incase you didn't know,

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days