This is a song about "Look at that face"

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Your face, oh look at it, you're now getting burned

Im lookin at her face

Thinking of bliss and the good days

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

She said it really dont matter if its real though

That ain't a typo look at your size maestro you psycho

You lost as soon as you showed up at the gate with that pussy hole on your face

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

That i serve,and look at everything as i observe,