This is a song about "Majoras mask"

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I’m the guy in mask and you the fag around the blocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

But life is the blame game , nothing else can mask my pain.

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

The dark knight's in this bitch without the mask and cape

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Dumb hillbilly backwoods hicks, trying to mask our past,

Tricks fast get past the bloody mask

Fighting with my weak hand

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

Just make sure you don't live your life wearing someone else's mask.

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast