This is a song about "Ya face"

Staple ya hands to ya face and make a dyke give you anal

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

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

Just operate, i'll send a lyrical slash across ya face,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

30 chains on, bet the light work

Then i might leave ya' face, disfigured,

See money talk and these days

Look at my daughter's face

I miss the better days

Im lookin at her face

Then i take a grape to slap ya face with, if you were a girl they'd call this rape

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate