This is a song about "Cherry lips"

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Darker than a fucka lips

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Finish the day with joints on our lips

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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