This is a song about "Cunt lips"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Velociraptors, reptilian scales of snake lips,

But you're dissin everyone just like some ruthless cunt

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

Finish the day with joints on our lips

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

But that's alright cause you'll be on your deathbed soon enough you insufficient cunt,

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Devil is jealous, cuz compared to me he aint nothin but a open cunt

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

I'm a cocky little cunt