This is a song about "Surface"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Beneath the surface in dungeons where they creep in,

We pray while we prey on competition

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

A gem on the surface but grew into a disturbed recluse that she converted to

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

The only smile that will surface is when all hell breaks loose

Silent on the surface but inside they screaming for help

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips