This is a song about "Fisk lips"

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

So chase the air hide your stash

Thick lips and a sick class

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Velociraptors, reptilian scales of snake lips,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics