This is a song about "Please fix ya face"

Our nation just won't help us face these strains and please will you explain

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

I'm the wonder woman, let me go get my rope

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

That shit was wack as fuck

Please put ya lighter’s up

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

That's the best part of that fix.

You barely got ya pants above ya knees, i mean i'm ova here like "please, lawd, please!"

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

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

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Move like i’m walking with an open case

You should probably fix your face