This is a song about "Make up"

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

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

I love you though i'll still fuck

But then we would make-up

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

Defeating my innards that make me choke or throw up

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

P-i double l in the building

Hit it til your make up missing

Make up and break up but no more repeat

Yeah i know we never got to meet