This is a song about "Big lips"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Finish the day with joints on our lips

I read a cops lips once

Lately been writing poems

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

I told him get his 9 and run

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son