This is a song about "Dig in ya face"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Staple ya hands to ya face and make a dyke give you anal

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Dig it in his stomach and clip his nails with hammers twice as big,

In the face of the outside.

And what ya cook like

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Our vision never changed, we self made

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break