This is a song about "Lips"

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Lately been writing poems

I read a cops lips once

Thick lips and a sick class

...that's all i have

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

And my only fear's a wedding ring