This is a song about "Shitting on my face"

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

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

I hate this fake ass smile on my face

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

He's still shitting, whether he's on salary paid hourly

That puts that smile on my face

But she took it in his place

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Made me fine to go without makeup, and even wear glasses on my face