This is a song about "Lips and toes"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Finish the day with joints on our lips

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

I'm the grimreaper and i already got you on your toes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

You to lick between my toes

Live from the lamont's rose

So press your lips to mines, take my hands and hold them tight

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Every night i stroke hoes

Ohh no... now she's using her toes!

No, no, we are not those

Yeah im still on feet and my toes.