This is a song about "I don t hold my lips"

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

You don;t thin anymore

Ima go until my arm's sore

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Since i was killed by the don,

And if i lose my mental, just hold my hand

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast