This is a song about "Tooth paste"

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

Regardless to all them, i appease her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

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

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

People running out with a missing tooth

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues