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

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

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

And nobody noticed that sunken look on his face

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

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

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I can see the haters face when i look into there faces

Get off slut you know the fact of your face look alike turtle

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general