This is a song about "Your face"

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

I remember the makeup running down your face

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

It'll last for all these crazy days

They may be real to your face

Even your face looks terrible

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Your father as raped you, and rearanged your face

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Deuces to your new life got'em two middle fingers to your face

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain