This is a song about "Face plants"

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I might have this pistol to my face,

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

All over like a bukkake face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

Where all the babylon plants are under my hand

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

You never saw the government on this face

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Its all over your face

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

I need your love like plants need rain,

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

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