This is a song about "Yox"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains