This is a song about "Fisk lips"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

List if things that i would die for such as to be kissed by your amazing lips

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

When you spill out hits

Darker than a fucka lips

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

Shout out my nigga miles

I read a cops lips once