This is a song about "Ive got a spotty face"

Ive got no license to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Got me gaga, no poker face

She got a face to die for talking grim reaper

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

And you all will respect that

Ive got the skills needed,

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Gonna yamoto on your face cause i got a fusion core

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Ive started a craze due to my pigment