This is a song about "Make up"

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Of flavors made to make you look lamer than a 7-up

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

Fuck you, blunt stuck to my face like make up,

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child