This is a song about "Fat pussy lips"

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

Quick flipping up sexy back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

While working on my mistakes

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Ha my mojo back

Click clack with a switch fat