This is a song about "Fat pussy lips"

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes