This is a song about "Going to the dentist"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Nothing is going to be the same

Think they can toy me, you ain't a dentist , more less, denis the menace

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Going to the southern land

They could never understand

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

Going school try to be the nice guy.

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Just free bars going to the limit

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts