This is a song about "Brushing your theeth"

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

But you don't have a chance

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Leave your running to your mamma,

Your on fire.. your on fire

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Imma make it rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain