This is a song about "Bad teeth"

We can make more, make babies

But now i got some teeth

Before they missing all their teeth

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

I'm everything that they call nice

His teeth are falling out of their sockets,

I be giving work to the kids

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Its teeth that puncture my hope

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

They better have their teeth