This is a song about "Lower lip"

And there's little to be glad for

Im feeling lower than a broken bumper

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Your lines of rhyme just keep getting lower and lower

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Me and my microphone could be one

It's the big lip assassin

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Convinces the lower minded and the slower sighted

Sneak, keep my lip low, i tripped.. oh no!

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/