This is a song about "Chin chin"

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

(make a) girl's kitty purr on my chin after i've been in her

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

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

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

The world should turn as soon as my records spin