This is a song about "Brushing your theeth"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

So i can understand police victims

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Who was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a bitch using anal beads,

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a few little cheats

So we can live again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

And when i start to rise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life