This is a song about "Lip sync for your loaf"

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

It's the big lip assassin

Carolina where i made it from

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Check it out chillnosliip walk right up and bust your lip,

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Your whole style sounds like n sync on commercial

Been suckin dick with sparkly lip gloss,

They calling me often to offer me walls

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

In sync like a lingerin' grip on your hips, it's such delight