This is a song about "Make up"

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Defeating my innards that make me choke or throw up

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

You need to wake up to much fucking make up

A coward dies a thousand deaths

We fight then we have make up sex

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

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

We fight then we make up i wanna admit

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

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