This is a song about "Rotten teeth"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Then scratch em out my teeth with toothpicks

Before i start to rest, i'll eat on rotten pests

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Death due peak, toxic rotten leak my mouth seeps.

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

They better have their teeth

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Gnaw on your jaw with my shark teeth.

Five shots she ready to leave