This is a song about "These nuts across your face"

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I remember the makeup running down your face

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

That two face bitch that you call your friend these days

Don't you fall from grace

They may be real to your face

My words rupture your face

Thinking of bliss and the good days

These ghosts appeared and they look like they wanna smash my face

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I slapped myself across the face and told myself "hell no,

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

And i got them gold bottles, first place

That it remembers the look on your face