This is a song about "Gold teeth issues guns beef"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Cleanly slicing your neck with shark teeth

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Im a fucked up filipino with a fuck ton of issues/

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Reppin clarksburg you got beef,

Before they missing all their teeth

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees