This is a song about "Lips"

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

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

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Thick lips and a sick class

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference