This is a song about "Spitting on faces"

Forgot how to smile, while on faces the smile i'm painting///

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Almost cried right on the spot

Spitting randomly high on pot

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Their spitting off the page ripping off you're face on stage

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I love to see the look on their faces when they look in my eyes

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

I think found where your mind was

Standing here spitting here i go acapella on this mother fucker

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer