This is a song about "Brush teeth"

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Like being garbage some type of disease

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I got my soul straight, i brush your mouth like colgate

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Drinkability superior is past ya boo teeth