This is a song about "Tell to the face bitch"

And slid back north of course to pen more

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

See her man face-to-face through the broken glass//

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

Feud its me damn it that shoved the cock in your bitch so tell me i ain't

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

About the bitch life. don't you dare tell me how i should live. or how i should talk

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Game face is fatal, rock the beat to the cradle.

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

To tell you the motherfuckin' truth

Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard

No wonder why when times get hard