This is a song about "Face of life"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

It's fruitless, just face it, i won't make a life deal

But you'v got the face of a brick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

This ain't yo cup of tea get out my fuckin face

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

In the face of the outside.

Tell me what that feel like

Right side, right side

In the face of the outside.

I used to have a nine to five

You changed my views of life

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Oh i am so fucken ashamed of myself , gotta hide my face