This is a song about "Big face"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

But you never come when you period is five days

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Face palming poverty/

These wussies pretending to stand big

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Say you through will all my foul ways

Then i bust in her face

My words rupture your face

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

See money talk and these days

You should probably fix your face