This is a song about "Lipstick on my dipstick"

Not on my level/shown guts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Got your bitch on the ground sucking on my nuts (my nuts)

Cause she left all that lipstick

To impress a chick

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I put lipstick on my hollow tip

To seize everything you ever wanted

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

I'm on my figure 8 shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that