This is a song about "Lips"

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Darker than a fucka lips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Your sexy lips so gentle

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

So here i am at the store for some chips