This is a song about "Gold lips"

Just another product of this matrix

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

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Darker than a fucka lips

The jiggas and the tips

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets