This is a song about "Lord chin chin"

Shatter the chin to the shin and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

I would hit him in the chin, but it might be snappin his neck

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I violently cause offense, shoving feces above they chin

Wanted the lord to rearrange

And i doubt that ever change

Tryna put her chin to me

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

No body, i'm aiming straight for your chin you'll know why i will grin

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

You say prasie the lord

Fresh out the airport

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown