This is a song about "Cherry lips"

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

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

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

But conflicts they keep on growing

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

Velociraptors, reptilian scales of snake lips,

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics