This is a song about "A pensive face"

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I just want somebody i can see

Will make you face a permanent fatality

Put your face in a book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Drive off in the sunset with a smile on my face.

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

All over like a bukkake face

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

I'm always walking around with a smile on my face

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I'll call a installer for your broken face

Driving my car to a foreign place