This is a song about "Your face is uggly"

They may be real to your face

This is no trial, this a closed case

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

I remember the makeup running down your face

Just know that i'm always

My words rupture your face

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Until your face turns blue

Not to shit on you

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

Now keep it silent or we will get violent it looks like your face is turning violet,

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit