This is a song about "Bad teeth"

Then scratch em out my teeth with toothpicks

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

But you lied through your teeth

We can make more, make babies

Keep gnash on your teeth till it crash

Your life is a product of trash

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

When i'm sitting here grinding my teeth producing a beat

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Oh, chief keef, let me tell u something where ur teeth

Steal your love with ease

They better have their teeth

Why? cause reading your shit's like taking my teeth to a drill?

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Drinkability superior is past ya boo teeth

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe