This is a song about "Rotten teeth"

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Then scratch em out my teeth with toothpicks

Smack any fuckin’ bitch who try to use their teeth

And i know - there'll never be peace

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Cleanly slicing your neck with shark teeth

Like being garbage some type of disease

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice