This is a song about "Make up"

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Make up and break up but no more repeat

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

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

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,