This is a song about "Gappy teeth"

Oh, chief keef, let me tell u something where ur teeth

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Can't even rap anymore,my teeth are giggling,

I grind the competition with my teeth, i'm high power

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

They better have their teeth

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

When i'm sitting here grinding my teeth producing a beat

I'm why baby mamas leave

But you lied through your teeth

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese