This is a song about "Facial birth defects"

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I am of blue blood, had a noble birth

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

This ones for the lovers

Had the nerve since my birth/

Company started to fall down that was so damn facial.

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Then get a homeless dog to give you a facial