This is a song about "The look on your face"

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Your face, oh look at it, you're now getting burned

See money talk and these days

Twerk twerk, smirk on the face,

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

I remember the makeup running down your face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

That it remembers the look on your face

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

You lost as soon as you showed up at the gate with that pussy hole on your face

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case