This is a song about "Fat pussy lips"

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Finish the day with joints on our lips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

Darker than a fucka lips

And the v12, that's on various trips

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Pussy got loose lips and blue shit, so it's click-clack-boom bitch

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Velociraptors, reptilian scales of snake lips,