This is a song about "Lips touch"

Thick lips and a sick class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

Lv on my luggage

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

See you, touch you, hear you

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Cause you still can't touch me

But am i less holy