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

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

So press your lips to mines, take my hands and hold them tight

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

She was wet off the bat

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And if i lose my mental, just hold my hand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped