This is a song about "F k off my face"

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Now its all about that a-k spray in yo face, such a disgrace lives took death

Say you through will all my foul ways

Look at my daughter's face

I’ll work my ass off, until i’ve got a face in the game/

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Jasons mask is off and my face is plastered with tobasco sauce

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Wake up and sniff a line of kat i've had my special k,

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Their spitting off the page ripping off you're face on stage

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change