This is a song about "Tooth fucking fruity"

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth

They all see my life from a childish position

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

No roots to hold it, dropped his last tooth and lost it. shit...

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

''how did he?'' easy like a. b. c. d's fruity vitamin c's.

People running out with a missing tooth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Ima go until my arm's sore

And he kicked her tooth on the floor