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

Across the face of the earth

If i sent my dad letters

I remember the makeup running down your face

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Driving my car to a foreign place

I'll call a installer for your broken face

Demon spittin fire in your face with these flames that scorch

You in the past me and future on the same watch

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

They may be real to your face