This is a song about "Broken teeth"

But now i got some teeth

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

Then scratch em out my teeth with toothpicks

Cause we been off them slave ships

But you lied through your teeth

Not likely like stay long please

They better have their teeth

4-3... yea, remember that please

Atl was tipping them

Are grieving and broken

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Keep gnash on your teeth till it crash

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave