This is a song about "He kissed"

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

It's been seven months since she was last kissed,

Once my pen kissed the pad, i never went back/

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I've never kissed a body, so let me kiss a barrel

To make karma come faster than she normally will

List if things that i would die for such as to be kissed by your amazing lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

And saying that a man's lips is cursed if he kissed it,

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Used to call me the african don dada

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

The moment we kissed, i knew it was right

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight