This is a song about "Dance in my face"

When i pull out my cock, and slap her in the face.

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

But now my shakin' hand's in his face with a gat

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

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

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Move like i’m walking with an open case

From the words you hurled in my face

Disintegration as i rip my face in-to pieces then weakens

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

The other day to my dismay, another face fades in the fade