This is a song about "Riding my face"

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Give him daps tears rollin down my face

I’m first class on my trip trip

Written riding my spaceship

Baby, you got that super bass

And you should see my face

Close your eyes my face is

Aight santana man...let's do this

And i got them gold bottles, first place

And blood splattered all over my face.

So i could again be face to face with my jodi,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Git out my face looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ