This is a song about "Chin chin"

And get caught, in the moment

Shatter the chin to the shin and

No body, i'm aiming straight for your chin you'll know why i will grin

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

See this scar on my chin?

We pray while we prey on competition

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I would hit him in the chin, but it might be snappin his neck

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

The rich didn't think to see, plastic skin slippin' from chin to feet

It's no longer a new jack city

Tryna put her chin to me