This is a song about "Sin on your chin"

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

No body, i'm aiming straight for your chin you'll know why i will grin

And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features

If your lucky to accept your sin then you must live with these creatures

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Slittin' wrists is a sin in your abyss of a brain,

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Shatter the chin to the shin and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies