This is a song about "Winky faces"

Looking at these faces

Always knew where the pot was

Motherfucking faces , we deal

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I pack a nine-inch winky, they attract totty

And panned out, i'm all in love

New targets when i see new faces

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Be woken up and face it, that y'all got ugly faces

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

A product of this static nation, satanic faces