This is a song about "Face tattoos"

My words rupture your face

And i just love your flashy ways

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

I shot my dad in the face

You're that secret place

Face palming poverty/

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Thinking of bliss and the good days

But, still got a smiling face