This is a song about "No face"

Face palming poverty/

Come on this journey

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

I remember clearly the moment we came face to face

She can hear a voice with no face

Give players plenty space

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

But no worry's her tears will soon dry out, face to cushion, lights out,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

You scared to show face like anonymous poster on this site with no name.

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

Cause you no longer safe, so go hide yow face