This is a song about "Lips moving"

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Our girls is the models

I read a cops lips once

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

I can feel your heart beating fast

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Your sexy lips so gentle

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Finish the day with joints on our lips