This is a song about "Pink lips"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

She in dangerima about 2 save her pink ranger

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Pink bandanna is my suit

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route