This is a song about "Brush yo teeth"

And i know - there'll never be peace

Before they missing all their teeth

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

And everybody's having sex

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

When will all this weight on my shoulders brush off?

Not likely like stay long please

They better have their teeth

Our vision never changed, we self made

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid