This is a song about "Teen rapper swag money bags ski mask"

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Never miss these things, see my game precise

With this fake smile upon my face. (like a mask?)

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

As much as i wanna leave

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

Man i'm mankind, just without the mask.

With such an ugly picture in it and

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I'm mexican rapper

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

A far reach from them rap dudes

My swag is to the roof