This is a song about "Faces glocks"

I might as well just smack your faces

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

A product of this static nation, satanic faces

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

There's no color just faces

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

All these famaliar faces,

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Looking at these faces

And i need you to show me love