This is a song about "Faces"

A born starter, in the game for real

Motherfucking faces , we deal

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

A product of this static nation, satanic faces

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

A world comsumed by the book of faces

In you critic's faces

On the slow jam of love

I might as well just smack your faces

Or know them testament verses

Remember the faces from kindergarten and test

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Driven their faces right into them

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then