This is a song about "Face down ass up"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

You blazing up face it fucks

Getting knocked down by some pussy ass clowns.

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

You better have your face on your ass.

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

Why a black nigga take ass over class

They say that i never cease to amaze

I remember the makeup running down your face

Send your ass down a different path

See her man face-to-face through the glass

The revolution will proceed

I'll own your ass up and down the street

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down