This is a song about "Gold lips"

I read a cops lips once

I call it speaking tongues

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

But like the diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed