This is a song about "Please fix ya face"

And i gotta get my fix

Cdg shit match my kicks

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

That's the best part of that fix.

And the v12, that's on various trips

Just operate, i'll send a lyrical slash across ya face,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days