This is a song about "Different faces"

Driven their faces right into them

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

All these famaliar faces,

We don't ever make love

On the slow jam of love

There's no color just faces

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

I might as well just smack your faces

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

It's like i've got a twisted neck with the coldest faces,

I think found where your mind was

Looking at these faces

All new faces, leave no traces

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

A world comsumed by the book of faces

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love