This is a song about "Unwrapping hard surface models"

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Scratch the surface and you might find, something even crazier behind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Girl you got a lovely outer surface

Here i go again, searching for love

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Together all the timethought it was true love

If you had no role models and if you had no chaperones,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Except for whole bottles, there's no role models, no chaperones,