This is a song about "Frog face"

Its all over your face

From where they praise

I throw blows right at the face

You're that secret place

On yo ugly ass face

Caught in a maze

See money talk and these days

Im lookin at her face

And any connotation is viewed many ways

And blood splattered all over my face.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Face palming poverty/

But, still got a smiling face

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave