This is a song about "White teeth"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

Its teeth that puncture my hope

I know you just doing your job

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

Grind your teeth instead of your opponents

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Scared shitless, i ran towards the ghosts, going white as teeth

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

Oh, chief keef, let me tell u something where ur teeth

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Instead i gritted my teeth through the pain,