This is a song about "Shooting for your face"

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

They say that i never cease to amaze

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I remember the makeup running down your face

Im an m.c looking for trouble nd shooting/ have ur apartment ready for other people to move in/

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

See money talk and these days

They may be real to your face

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in!

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

You don't want to be shooting for something, and them hold you back and they stand resented...

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that