This is a song about "Face"

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

And blood splattered all over my face.

In home staring at my face

But i know i see better days

Face palming poverty/

They say nothings ever free

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

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Say you through will all my foul ways

Im lookin at her face

See money talk and these days

U ain't good to stand in ma face,