This is a song about "Red wax lips"

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Skies are black, clouds are red

Kick back and know yo son set

So here i am at the store for some chips

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

Only can read what i write, this would sound better on wax

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I read a cops lips once

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Cutting me this worthless check

And then i saw the red,