This is a song about "Burnt faces"

And i need you to show me love

I might as well just smack your faces

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

But it's still cool just to dream man because

I have these rappers' farms burnt in ashes

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Ships that sail to distant places

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

In you critic's faces

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

All new faces, leave no traces

But you hate them navel kisses