This is a song about "Gold teeth"

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

They better have their teeth

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Smack any fuckin’ bitch who try to use their teeth

And i know - there'll never be peace

Before they missing all their teeth

I say "stay", she wanna leave

But now i got some teeth

Up on phrases i wrote

Its teeth that puncture my hope

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket