This is a song about "Pimple face"

Let's face it, i can’t replace

And blood splattered all over my face.

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Then i bust in her face

Don't you fall from grace

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth