This is a song about "Big lips"

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Big tits and a big ass

Gotta make that cash

I read a cops lips once

Lately been writing poems

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick