This is a song about "Spitting on faces"

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

When you spitting on the beat imagine your #writing a #speech