This is a song about "Money in your face"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Put your face in a book

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Now take place in the face of your plan

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Your mom wanted me to come, so i came and cummed in her face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Lay back and eat steak, as i watch your mother get fucked in the face

And a smile on your face, to be here in this place

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Im throw punches in lines so hard it will disfigure your face,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace