This is a song about "Get out my face"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Git out my face looking boy

Bitch get out my face and let me preach

Young thing said she never been to south beach

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

See i can put down the pipe

And get out of my light,

When we fuck she say

Get up out out my way

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

I've been working out my tongue to get the words out quick

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy