This is a song about "Loose lips sink ships it s a trip i love the way she licks her lips see me jocking put a little twist in her hips cause i m watching conversations on the phone"

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Man did i get that, i could write a book on the love in her eyes with no setbacks

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

She leave her hair in the sink

I only let her in 'cause she agreed to make it snow

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

I serve a dish that will burn the lips of who's turn it is

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Evertime i see yah face,i just wanna give them lips a taste,