This is a song about "Chin chin"

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

They all see my life from a childish position

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

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

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

Shatter the chin to the shin and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Brush my teeth and comb my fucking chin hairs

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

In a collision, i see their ambition

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