This is a song about "Face down"

I remember the makeup running down your face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

Face down, d-yazz up, nuts in nimps mouth

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

He spit in my face 'n sprints down the street while its raining.

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Its all over your face

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Then i bust in her face

You're that secret place

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

But then he felt a hand on his shoulder he looks over, tears fall down his face as he said