This is a song about "Fanny lips"

And getting money is the song i sing

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

That was my influence

Darker than a fucka lips

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

I bet you hear that white music

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls