This is a song about "Messed up teeth"

But now i got some teeth

Hate it when i leave

I ain't a psycho i'm just a little bit messed up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

For the most messed up shit youve ever seen

Then keep your change like an oink machine

A twenty somethin cup

He couldn't shake the fact that he messed up

I messed up i guess, i will admit

The real muscle in the message of that

Shit, i also messed up your conjecture

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Hanging ma' nose up like runnin' horns,baring my teeth at those who roar.