This is a song about "Bug lips"

Good kids make bad grown ups

I read a cops lips once

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Your balls cry during bug life

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

Thick lips and a sick class

Your life is a product of trash

Darker than a fucka lips

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Your sexy lips so gentle

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair