This is a song about "Your is face is ugly"

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Shut your face before this vase is glass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Your bad is what is alleged

Now move a little bit to the left

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

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I just hope the future's brighter, my face is getting whiter

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

'cause they blow up in my face. "hey. whose bomb is this?"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Is when it was clear, to see in front of you, to who belongs this face is?

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages