This is a song about "Make up"

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

I'm everything that they call nice

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

With such an ugly picture in it and

But he never spoke up, so they could make it last

You need to wake up to much fucking make up

On they car note to go to the club

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I need to spit the realest shit to make up for inflation

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

And make me end up like the 16th street baptist church case