This is a song about "Shitting on my face"

I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

If i didnt meet you, there wont be no smile on my face.

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

I just wanna go to the slum

Smile on my face with the freedom

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Leeches on my face it's a remedy,

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap