This is a song about "Fuck face"

Im lookin at her face

Just know that i'm always

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Got me gaga, no poker face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Don't you fall from grace

Its all over your face

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Face palming poverty/

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Masked by my buzz, fuck savin' face,

Driving my car to a foreign place