This is a song about "Buck tooth kayode"

That's the booth. you fuck around n loose a tooth.

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Fates keep interlocking if i lost my talking tooth

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

People running out with a missing tooth

Girls say everything that i write smooth

What the fuck oh its a buck.

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Planned to give a tooth, but not my arms and legs

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

It's how i make the buck,