This is a song about "Chin chin"

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

Highest form of affection, physical connection

See this scar on my chin?

Double mg not to mention

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Smokin’ indoi roll my window down

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown