This is a song about "Brush your teeth"

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

I can taste the salt from my tears

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Cold world no blanket son

Then the next we brush rock bottom

Lights please, lights please

But you lied through your teeth

Cleanly slicing your neck with shark teeth

And i know - there'll never be peace

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

That'll do anything that i please

They better have their teeth

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

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