This is a song about "Face tattoos"

See money talk and these days

All over like a bukkake face

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Then i bust in her face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Can u seem the smile on my face

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

In home staring at my face

But i'm not in the first place

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Face palming poverty/