This is a song about "Face plants"

Hopin' that my niggas see

Face palming poverty/

My words rupture your face

From where they praise

I need your love like plants need rain,

I live my life in tha fast lane

I might have this pistol to my face,

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

This is no trial, this a closed case

Then i bust in her face

Got me gaga, no poker face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days