This is a song about "Fisk lips"

Baby got that super bass

Thick lips and a sick class

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Your lips. to see if ours are the ones who fit.

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Just another product of this matrix

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Your sexy lips so gentle

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

And getting money is the song i sing