This is a song about "Nigger lips"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

I read a cops lips once

I call it speaking tongues

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it