This is a song about "My face"

I might have this pistol to my face,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Get outta my face, looking boy

And you should see my face

I miss the better days

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Close your eyes my face is

Trick trick got them passes

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

And blood splattered all over my face.

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

This is no trial, this a closed case

My words rupture your face