This is a song about "Cherry lips"

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

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

I like my girls skinny with brains

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

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

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Baby got that super bass

Thick lips and a sick class

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world