This is a song about "Her lips"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Little light in the ass

Thick lips and a sick class

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

Darker than a fucka lips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

Look that is a typical bar trip watch her pants slip while she dances kissin lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits