This is a song about "Winky face"

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

You never saw the government on this face

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I pack a nine-inch winky, they attract totty

Twerk twerk, smirk on the face,

Don't you fall from grace

Slow and steady wins this race

Then i bust in her face

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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