This is a song about "Face full of shit"

Spit from the hip, your trying & lying your full of shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Talkin shit all up in ur face

And i just love your flashy ways

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

So ill be leaving you with nothing but shoelaces and a face full of acid mace,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Full of this unbridled passion

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Live from the lamont's rose

Like a line full of hoes

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit