This is a song about "Make up artist"

Defeating my innards that make me choke or throw up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

But you make me open up

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I'm after you bringing traffic through

I'ma make it up to both of you

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

Of flavors made to make you look lamer than a 7-up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

You need to wake up to much fucking make up

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Come up, steal the show, make em overflow,

Set my alarm early to make sure i wake up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup