This is a song about "Chin chin"

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Tryna put her chin to me

Shatter the chin to the shin and

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

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

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Riding around without a fuck given

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.