This is a song about "Marty face"

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Face palming poverty/

I was sad to be tardy. i acted like marty.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Look at my daughter's face

You never saw the government on this face

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

You're that secret place

On yo ugly ass face

Slow and steady wins this race

All over like a bukkake face