This is a song about "Blood on your face"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

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

Covered in blood from top to waist raped missing all of your face/

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

You better have your face on your ass.

That it remembers the look on your face

Say you through will all my foul ways

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

You lost as soon as you showed up at the gate with that pussy hole on your face

Baby, you got that super bass

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

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

Covered in blood from top to waist raped missing all of your face/