This is a song about "Lips"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

I was born to do the damn thing

Darker than a fucka lips

All green nigga pick six

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Velociraptors, reptilian scales of snake lips,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks