This is a song about "Make up"

And make me end up like the 16th street baptist church case

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

But then we would make-up

I know you're mad, but so what

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I need to spit the realest shit to make up for inflation

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

You can search but you'll never find

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Up but the thought of my success make you want to throw up

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up