This is a song about "A pensive face"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

Put your face in a book

My bitches fuck me good

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Cause your face is a disgrace to me

They say that i never cease to amaze

Back to my place pussy don't got a face

Just operate, i'll send a lyrical slash across ya face,

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

It'll last for all these crazy days

But, still got a smiling face

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face