This is a song about "2 faced bitches"

It's late and you stuck in my basement

I faced up to time, sold half my trust

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The enemies they faced, restlessly, and they couldn't show no empathy/

I faced 'em, kidnapped 'em, then slayed ‘em gravely

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

I laced the base with 'caine straight-faced, then i tackled him,

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer