This is a song about "Nigga lips"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

If they don't understand wrap lips around my clit bitch

So here i am at the store for some chips

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Finish the day with joints on our lips

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