This is a song about "Lips touch"

So y'all can cope n' touch

Now you speaking my language

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

Took my heart away from money

With ocd yall cant touch me

As she goes through the levels

I read a cops lips once

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

And today we're still in chains

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Getting in touch with my mental.

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special