This is a song about "My face"

My wicked ways i wish for no one to face.

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Just know that i'm always

Masked by my buzz, fuck savin' face,

I might have this pistol to my face,

Driving my car to a foreign place

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

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

I shot my dad in the face

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

All hard days of my life i face..

And i got them gold bottles, first place

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And blood splattered all over my face.