This is a song about "Lips"

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

They were the perfect couple, they'd always lock lips