This is a song about "Nigga lips"

Your sexy lips so gentle

Lady at the frank stand will

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

They were the perfect couple, they'd always lock lips

By the water, au revoir to my audience

So chase the air hide your stash

Thick lips and a sick class

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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