This is a song about "Make up"

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

We fight then we make up i wanna admit

Set my alarm early to make sure i wake up

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

The glare makes me hard to find

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

It's not making sense to you right now but

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

But he never spoke up, so they could make it last

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got