This is a song about "Patchy face"

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

So i cum in her face

I miss the better days

U ain't good to stand in ma face,

This is no trial, this a closed case

And pray for better days

My words rupture your face

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

But, still got a smiling face

Haven't slept for days