This is a song about "Masks"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Wear them niggas faces as masks during robberies

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

The last from da assholes wearin masks, i also got dead accuracy so if you listen

Walking around hiding behind masks

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

In broad day and no masks for this attack

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Facin' time, in time i'll have nothin' to face like jason masks,

At your cap like masks are on, axes like we're aztecs,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares