This is a song about "Gold teeth"

Been running around trying find a job

Its teeth that puncture my hope

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

Lights please, lights please

They better have their teeth

Drinkability superior is past ya boo teeth

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Got tired of running from the police

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave