This is a song about "Big lips"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Finish the day with joints on our lips

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Thick lips and a sick class

And when it come to the cash

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips