This is a song about "Nigga lips"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

Thick lips and a sick class

Baby, you got that super bass

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

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

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

Darker than a fucka lips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

And a sexy pair of lips id love to kiss too