This is a song about "Lip bite pictures"

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

Spittin' pictures, imagery irrelevant

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

That try to chase these skirts

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

I dont write rhymes i paint pictures

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

He's got the first and last bite!

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

She keep liking all my pictures

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

And i was the light

But i swear i don't bite,