This is a song about "Face like muscles zone have stare"

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

She is oh so lovely with eyes that have such a loving stare

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Or something that you paid for

To have a face off with the grand chaser

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I hate that you all sit and stare but none have the guts to get up and stand

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Facin' time, in time i'll have nothin' to face like jason masks,

Give me face like that nigga

Yeah, one time for the

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

All over like a bukkake face