This is a song about "Please say you me in my face"

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

When i see you in school you barely say anything to me

It ain't hard to make money

So will you please believe me

This the newest wolf gang member

Please, you were my feather

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I laugh in yo face niqqa you got nuttin on me

Now what you got to say to face,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

If i faze out in from of you, please don't be mad at me

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

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

You called out to me and said please after my name

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain