This is a song about "Lips moving"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Your sexy lips so gentle

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im moving right past ya