This is a song about "Make up"

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Defeating my innards that make me choke or throw up

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

We fight then we make up i wanna admit

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

And getting money is the song i sing

Hit it til your make up missing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

You can win but ill still make you wake up in sweats

I'ma make it up to both of you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Come up, steal the show, make em overflow,