This is a song about "Across your lips"

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

For serial killings across the world.

And my bank account look just like a phone card

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

Your lips. to see if ours are the ones who fit.

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Because my lyrics are draggin' your lyrical corpse across the place

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Darker than a fucka lips

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

When you come across a dissing, than you start to fall off your hinges

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Thick lips and a sick class