This is a song about "He kissed"

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

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

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Kissed a few bitches on the lips, no insertion

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

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

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

I didn't know the girl a minute 'fore i kissed her

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

I took my clothes of and climbed on top of her she and i kissed and kissed, making out i prefer,