This is a song about "Rooster teeth"

I showered them with bleach, pulled out all of their teeth

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Keep gnash on your teeth till it crash

Just put your hand on the glass

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Oh, chief keef, let me tell u something where ur teeth

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

Tina perm your fucking weave

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Smack any fuckin’ bitch who try to use their teeth

Its teeth that puncture my hope

I fucking hate this job

So what you got golden teeth

Just know that i'm always

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course