This is a song about "Facial"

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

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

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

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

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

Trying to give them light and a message

Through ya facial cartilage,

Facial expression remains the same,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Go get your daily facial

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable