This is a song about "Spitting on faces"

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Me spitting on a canvas

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Before a nigga finish put in the work

There's no color just faces

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute