This is a song about "Facial"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

I could tell from what that classmate told me and from your facial expressions

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

We're like facial hair, i've got a full beard to my waist

Never wrong at any level

Go get your daily facial

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Then get a homeless dog to give you a facial

Let's pretend he never was judged on facial traits,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

I'll chew ya up and spit ya out, race, place, facial traits,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats