This is a song about "Your ugly face"

I remember the makeup running down your face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Making me cry everytime i see your face,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Put your face in a book

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

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

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

My words rupture your face

Oops, too late. in goes your face.

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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