This is a song about "Crooked teeth"

Drinkability superior is past ya boo teeth

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

The crooked path i follow, i wish upon no soul.

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

Smack any fuckin’ bitch who try to use their teeth

Before they missing all their teeth

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Its teeth that puncture my hope

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Shit is crooked on the surface, insecure they're looking at ya,