This is a song about "Spitting on faces"

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

I'm drinking voltage so i be spitting current on the floor

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep