This is a song about "Faces"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

It's like i've got a twisted neck with the coldest faces,

I'm way too contagious, sick, and i spread hate to they faces,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

But now all i see around me are divided racist faces,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Millions of faces were in shock

All these famaliar faces,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

He looks right through us; doesn't even see our faces

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

She need now, she ain't never needed love

I'm abstrakt, destroyer of names and faces