This is a song about "Tities in my face"

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

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

And any connotation is viewed many ways

When i pull out my cock, and slap her in the face.

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

Then i bust in her face

See money talk and these days

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

From the words you hurled in my face

Disintegration as i rip my face in-to pieces then weakens

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks