This is a song about "I may have crooked teeth"

Hate it when i leave

But now i got some teeth

But i don't know no hood nigga that's a chemist

To be honest i may have embellished

May not have the job i want to

Shawty can i taste you

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Head so big i got a crooked neck

But until then, i gotta do what i doand stay a crooked nigga too

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

I may have lost my mind, my head feels kind of lite.

When i'm down and out, i get up and right