This is a song about "Face tattoos"

Look at my daughter's face

From where they praise

I dont have any tattoos but i got a couple scars,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

But, still got a smiling face

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Its all over your face

My words rupture your face

Baby, you got that super bass

Face palming poverty/

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase