This is a song about "Make up artist"

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Make a name for myself, be the artist of action

'til i'm discovered as an artist

She leave her hair in the sink

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

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

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Sword artist valerian steel i wields the sharpest

I'ma make it up to both of you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

But you make me open up

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub