This is a song about "Facial"

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Then get a homeless dog to give you a facial

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But hay-girl, will you be my playgirl? lemme give ya a facial,

Never wrong at any level

Go get your daily facial

Now that's what you call a game

Facial expression remains the same,

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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