This is a song about "Gums"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Its because of you that i'm not a homeless bum, with missing gums

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

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

Heard you runnin your mouth and bumpen your gums

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

And when my gums touch that's the only way i'll spit without an instrumental,