This is a song about "Blood on your face"

My sperm on your face like it’s a rainy day

But i ain't get to see you today

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Demand he send me back just so i can shit on your face,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

So when they find you they see the expression on your face

And blood splattered all over my face.

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Your life is a product of trash

You better have your face on your ass.

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

If you keep talkin shit, i'll piss on your face