This is a song about "Crusty lip"

It's the big lip assassin

Go where you ain't been

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Check it out chillnosliip walk right up and bust your lip,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

Been suckin dick with sparkly lip gloss,

I put these poems all in these songs

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

They say love is the slowest form of suicide