This is a song about "Chin chin"

I'll bust you in your jaw and then i'll kick you in yo chin.

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

My position improving, not to mention

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

And i love your mind and ambition

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

You wanna be 50 so bad you got shot in the jaw and your chin swelled

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

You just working with the scraps you was given

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin