This is a song about "Nigger lips"

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Finish the day with joints on our lips

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

Or closed casket for our troubles

I read a cops lips once

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her