This is a song about "Jack off on your girls face then"

Looking for them better days

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

But i wiped off my face, then the voice took over.

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Burn your whole family down in your house then i take off

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Broke his arm then smashed his face on the floor

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

Their spitting off the page ripping off you're face on stage

My shit was submarine like, under ship

And even then i'll be off on another damn trip