This is a song about "Cherry lips"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Velociraptors, reptilian scales of snake lips,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

As she goes through the levels

I read a cops lips once

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

Look that is a typical bar trip watch her pants slip while she dances kissin lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,