This is a song about "Her lips"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son