This is a song about "Wastemans in my face"

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

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

'cause they blow up in my face. "hey. whose bomb is this?"

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

I pulled out my mace and sprayed freddy in the face

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

From the words you hurled in my face

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Look at my daughter's face

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Then i bust in her face

Lookin' for these better days