This is a song about "Rasheed s lip"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Is a space that now you hold

S queezys very bold

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Shit, i done bit my lip on this biz,

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Sneak, keep my lip low... i tripped, oh no!

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Judging from your clothes and your girls and the molly in your lip

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.