This is a song about "Riding my face"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Written riding my spaceship

Roll up to the crib

Verse writing, hearse riding,

And i'm still climbing

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Say you through will all my foul ways

I got to fight this

Close your eyes my face is

Get outta my face, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Masked by my buzz, fuck savin' face,

Caught in a maze

My words rupture your face