This is a song about "Rooster teeth"

Before they missing all their teeth

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

I'm everything that they call nice

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

When i'm sitting here grinding my teeth producing a beat

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Can't even rap anymore,my teeth are giggling,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

L o u d air i breathe

They better have their teeth

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Grind your teeth instead of your opponents