This is a song about "Face in the mirrir"

But i know i see better days

From the words you hurled in my face

Ain't even right for presidency, he should be shot in the face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Nonhuman, mash pies in the face because they live in a sorority

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

Pinned in the face, you could see the rage,

I shot my dad in the face

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

And pray for better days

And spunked in the face

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

The other day to my dismay, another face fades in the fade