This is a song about "Facial"

So it’s a hard knock life, pray to jesus, fuck your facial features,

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Ha, running rebel on another level

Then get a homeless dog to give you a facial

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

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

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

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

Go get your daily facial

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Company started to fall down that was so damn facial.