This is a song about "Tellow teeth"

Its teeth that puncture my hope

When i'm on it, on it like my job

But in the meantime it's lights please

They better have their teeth

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Smack any fuckin’ bitch who try to use their teeth

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

But you lied through your teeth

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

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

So what you got golden teeth