This is a song about "Marty semen face"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Face palming poverty/

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

That's not the reason, he swallows the semen, but he stays prayin' like a deacon,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Just want a bitch that they can feed with semen

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen

Without no reason they be out the whole season

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

She's a freak on the low but keeps it lady like don't swallow semen.