This is a song about "Sabor tooth"

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

I'll snap your ass like a tooth pick,my flow is way to thick

U loose a tooth or three if you put up your dukes with me

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Fates keep interlocking if i lost my talking tooth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

The abuse i'm used to more painful than a severe chipped tooth.

That's the booth. you fuck around n loose a tooth.

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Planned to give a tooth, but not my arms and legs

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

People running out with a missing tooth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

A clever idea to take something they said

Nope... no luck, kill the tooth fairy instead.