This is a song about "Forbidden facial"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

Then get a homeless dog to give you a facial

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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,