This is a song about "Cum all over my face"

This is no trial, this a closed case

And blood splattered all over my face.

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Syringes all spit, shit over things in my pit,

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Its all over your face

But i'm not in the first place

Regardless to all them, i appease her

But i wiped off my face, then the voice took over.

Theres cum all over your face and we gotta guess who's balls did it

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.