This is a song about "The mask"

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

The actual bitch of a person that hides behind my forever mask

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Death in the eyes and took off his mask just to find my face staring back me.

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Come right back, get a mask and uzi

Let me rideuntil i get free

The faker they shakin' my hand

Tricks fast get past the bloody mask

When i find a mask practical

Got to the end of the tunnel

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own