This is a song about "Hell in my face"

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Drive off in the sunset with a smile on my face.

In home staring at my face

Baby, you got that super bass

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

But now my shakin' hand's in his face with a gat

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

In the face of any heathen believing that he's achieving my

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

When i pull out my cock, and slap her in the face.

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact