This is a song about "Make up"

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

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

Defeating my innards that make me choke or throw up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind