This is a song about "Ski masks"

I can barely wipe my ass

Walking around hiding behind masks

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Wear them niggas faces as masks during robberies

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,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

In broad day and no masks for this attack

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

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

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken