This is a song about "Nigga lips"

Thick lips and a sick class

...that's all i have

Finish the day with joints on our lips

So here i am at the store for some chips

And today we're still in chains

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Darker than a fucka lips

The jiggas and the tips

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference