This is a song about "Lips touch"

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

Lately been writing poems

I read a cops lips once

And its simple as that baby

With ocd yall cant touch me

Finish the day with joints on our lips

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

So competition cant touch