This is a song about "Pulling teeth"

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Scared shitless, i ran towards the ghosts, going white as teeth

So what you got golden teeth

That'll do anything that i please

But you lied through your teeth

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Drinkability superior is past ya boo teeth

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Smack any fuckin’ bitch who try to use their teeth

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Pulling the stitching out as

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass