This is a song about "Ski mask musi"

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

You strap on the cape 'n mask, trying to end the joker's laugh.

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Carol city or was it the west

Use dog shit to mask your fucking scent

You stood me up and i understand

Man i'm mankind, just without the mask.

Dumb hillbilly backwoods hicks, trying to mask our past,

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

But life is the blame game , nothing else can mask my pain.

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

The dark knight's in this bitch without the mask and cape