This is a song about "Her lips"

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Missing her beautiful lips touching mine, making her pur

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Simple, the whiffs from her lips were too reminiscent of a free clinic

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick