This is a song about "Unwrapping hard surface models"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

Silent on the surface but inside they screaming for help

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

This surface of our friendship is now disappeared with the rain

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Dispersive competition comes to surface, who can throw the furthest.

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

I never fit in with them light skins

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons