This is a song about "Face fucking"

This is no trial, this a closed case

Then i bust in her face

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

I'll tear his fucking face off, take that, robbie!

Oops, too late. in goes your face.

But she took it in his place

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

In home staring at my face

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Cuz the grace won't recognize his face once i fucking waste him,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Yeah hail mary full of grace

But, still got a smiling face