This is a song about "Skin care"

No key for release

The pale skin and scrapped knees

Too much money to care

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Now you feel beetles crawlin under your skin

From out of nowhere

But we don't really care

Double mg not to mention

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Escapin foster care.

It's how we put it there

With hairy and primitive skin

Visions, dreams of passion

Not get picked on cuz the colour of her skin

So if it comes down, may the best man win