I use to be scared of the dentist, but now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a true blood. Now I typically head to my home state of Texas for all of my medical needs, but Mothers insurance cut me off so it was time for me to be a man…

I hope that your smile is sponsored by someone, and that brings me to Grant Park Dental Group in Atlanta…#yes for the flat screen tv’s being at the foot of every dental chair as my pearls got cleaned, but I didn’t know what was more difficult, the x-ray–it’s something about the way that plastic object just sits in my mouth that I can not cope with, or me watching Maury as it was being done. I think I #heart the dentist office, it reminds me of the Maison Margiela New York store, but far from being shallow yet some are still trying to catch me with a smile–I just wanted to show you that I do have teeth lol, a nice rack at that. But let’s keep it 100 family, I don’t understand how people do not invest in their smile. It’s always the worst when you see someone that is well put together–but when they open their mouth you’re like ohh child. I’m an advocate for self-beauty (call me Tyrone cause the name Tyra was too homo) cause I will invest my money into my health before any piece of man made cloth. It’s a disservice because when I leave you–I will remember three things; your skin, hair and smile. Think about it, when you’re engaging in dialogue people look at your face while you talk, do I have to paint the picture? Yeah you dress good but you’re grill is jacked up, that is not sexy and not what you want. I’ve found a cure for this sickness, Grant Park Dental, I got my teeth cleaned and I wish I could do this everyday.
I’m due back in a few weeks, I got a few thousands of dollars of work to get done #insurance, but I just don’t have time to be on bed rest-dental mouth gauges in place. I’m coming back Dr. Pittman, take good care of your boy Phif. Remember when Big said get money–well Pitt said get insurance.