This is a song about "Wastemans in my face"

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

In home staring at my face

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Cos i can't manage to absorb your slow ways of spewing insults in my face

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I tried that 9 to 5 and busted my boss in the face.

Looking for them better days

I shot my dad in the face