This is a song about "Brush teeth"

Scared shitless, i ran towards the ghosts, going white as teeth

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

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

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Right flows down and they might go nice

So what you got golden teeth

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

They get you up off your feet, brush the crap off your shoulder/

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

They better have their teeth

Two reflections into one

Then the next we brush rock bottom

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus