This is a song about "Tooth paste"

People running out with a missing tooth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

But can they keep up with the paste of others

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

We are all trying to survive, i’ve been sucker punched, blindsided, lost a tooth

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

A space encounter serving paste and powder

With no garden i know hoes that pump water