This is a song about "Red lips"

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

That's boa, see that's my set

Kushed up and my eye red

Like a church in debt

Found dead covered in red

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes