This is a song about "You are pepperoni faced"

'caine laced by straight-faced, niggas who abuse it,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Pasty faced, his spacious anus praised for takin' dick for days

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

But it's time you faced reality, it's time you snap out of that daze.

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

Now who do ya think you are,

And could i be a star

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

The enemies they faced, restlessly, and they couldn't show no empathy/

Who do you think you are

That gal want me ride har