This is a song about "Riding my face"

And pray for better days

My words rupture your face

Inhalation my face is numb from

Bet i get like 8 of them

And you should see my face

See money talk and these days

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

And any connotation is viewed many ways

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Give him daps tears rollin down my face

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

40 on my face, getting cash

Cause you're most likely to crash

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing