This is a song about "Make up artist"

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Hit it til your make up missing

The time is waiting

My artist skills are fading,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Make up and break up but no more repeat

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

But then we would make-up

I said i don’t give a fuck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Defeating my innards that make me choke or throw up

Come up, steal the show, make em overflow,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough