This is a song about "Time to face facts mr president"

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Facin' time, in time i'll have nothin' to face like jason masks,

We don't waste time with dreamers i know facts base it on reality

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Then this kid walked up to me, was spewing facts of hell,

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

Go from wanting to be the president, to being a voter

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Mr. this is urgent needing u to explain it perfect

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

That's word to mr. sweatshirt let me get back