This is a song about "Make up"

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

Come up, steal the show, make em overflow,

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

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

But then we would make-up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

That'll do anything that i please

You'll make it through, keep ya head up ladies..

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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