This is a song about "To face oepol"

U ain't good to stand in ma face,

Slow and steady wins this race

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

It made me depressed, and i confess, i lied to your face,

See her man face-to-face through the broken glass//

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

It was hard going face to face with hate

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Back to my place pussy don't got a face

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Machete to your face, jason

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

People step up to me i'll just blow smoke in your face