This is a song about "Gold lips"

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains