This is a song about "Gums"

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

Been through every war zone, and collected every medal,

Heard you runnin your mouth and bumpen your gums

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems