This is a song about "Niggas in my face"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

Cause then i saw my beautiful face in the mirror

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

You just working with the scraps you was given

Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

'cause they blow up in my face. "hey. whose bomb is this?"

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Drive off in the sunset with a smile on my face.

They say that i never cease to amaze