This is a song about "Lips"

Thick lips and a sick class

Cause you're most likely to crash

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I read a cops lips once

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

If they don't understand wrap lips around my clit bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics