This is a song about "Head no teeth"

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,

A youngen with no heart was born with a head with no brain attached/

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

I give bitches dick and leave

They better have their teeth

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

Five shots she ready to leave

But you lied through your teeth