This is a song about "Lip touch"

And he'll touch your knee cap

The door crack, niggas all black

A military mind mean money

No defroster can touch me

So competition cant touch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

So y'all can cope n' touch

Now you speaking my language

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I'ma bust open your lip make you look like a sad clown

But keep on your clothes

Can't touch me, can't even close