This is a song about "Put your game face on when your riding with u"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Crack your back in 3 put you fast asleep kick u in the face

But it's hard when i look at your face

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Let's face it when it comes to disses,your basic im gourment dishes with

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Anger on your sly shit face spray that shit with mace throw you in your case this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

U loose a tooth or three if you put up your dukes with me

So i'm setting it off letting it off on your face you can't keep up with pace

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Baby got that super bass

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

When i couldn't see your face at all.