This is a song about "Busted teeth bri"

Then later we can elope

Its teeth that puncture my hope

L o u d air i breathe

Cleanly slicing your neck with shark teeth

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I'm everything that they call nice

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

Lights please, lights please

They better have their teeth

Lay there with busted shoulders,

Call on one of your girls

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Before they missing all their teeth