This is a song about "Fanny lips"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Your sexy lips so gentle

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

They were the perfect couple, they'd always lock lips

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Thick lips and a sick class

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick