This is a song about "My face"

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

My words rupture your face

And blood splattered all over my face.

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Close your eyes my face is

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

And i got them gold bottles, first place

My wicked ways i wish for no one to face.

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I might have this pistol to my face,

And all women who had light features, see

So i could again be face to face with my jodi,

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

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Oh i am so fucken ashamed of myself , gotta hide my face

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways