This is a song about "Smashing faces"

So let 'em chase love

Looking at these faces

Here i go again, falling in love

I'll have you making dozens of faces.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

A world comsumed by the book of faces

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

A product of this static nation, satanic faces

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/