This is a song about "Lips"

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

Finish the day with joints on our lips

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

I bet you hear that white music

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there