This is a song about "Hell in my face"

Let's face it, i can’t replace

From the words you hurled in my face

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

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

My fist will meet your face, beatin meat in her face, dont fuck wit people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Disintegration as i rip my face in-to pieces then weakens

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And i ain't goin' well

I'm not confined in a hell.

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I stuck my dick in her ass then spat in her face