This is a song about "Make up"

You need to wake up to much fucking make up

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

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

Up but the thought of my success make you want to throw up

Set my alarm early to make sure i wake up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

We fight then we have make up sex

Fuck you, blunt stuck to my face like make up,

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck