This is a song about "Cant feel my face"

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

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

U cant feel my pain but hear about it in my words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I might have this pistol to my face,

Driving my car to a foreign place

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

It'll last for all these crazy days

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Get outta my face, looking boy

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't