This is a song about "The person you are facing"

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

No longer the person teachers adore

Walkin' down the street like a normal person

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

And hear what you facing, feel the humiliation,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Thinkin bout all the bad stuations that im facing

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

They giving pounds and that before get the money

It all depends on the person you want to be

I am not the only one

You cant handle me in person,