This is a song about "Big lips"

I read a cops lips once

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

...that's all i have

Thick lips and a sick class

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Finish the day with joints on our lips

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference