This is a song about "Crest toothpaste"

A crest-fallen prodigy

Fuck fame, fuck money

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

My swag's fresh as toothpaste, burning eyes like it's mace

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

By the masses, who chose to leave you as they crest towards the pinnacle

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

How come my toothpaste says don't swallow wen i'm brushin wit

Conspiring against me hiding your crest g? citing me i'm blessed

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Elm crest, stormville and dutchess park back you up

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Better pray the nigga blessed or else he'll be pushed over hell's crest