This is a song about "Red lips"

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

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

That scary love, never get married love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

My voice make her wet

Found dead covered in red

So if i do call it's just a check

Watch your body turn indian red,