This is a song about "Face sit"

What them tippers don't see

Face palming poverty/

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

But, still got a smiling face

Say you through will all my foul ways

Got me gaga, no poker face

They say that i never cease to amaze

Move like i’m walking with an open case

You should probably fix your face

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways