This is a song about "Cursed lips and lovely women"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

And a sexy pair of lips id love to kiss too

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Ross and folarin, couple women

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

You just working with the scraps you was given

And they only talk about women

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Would if you grew up and couldn't pay rent, cursed tomorrow,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

We going weed, women and some alcohol

When i step up out the maserati car