This is a song about "Rolex on my lip"

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Been suckin dick with sparkly lip gloss,

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

We can do like 8 positions

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

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

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I got to rip it over, spit it sober, lip it under my tongue

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

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

This prada make me shallow

Check it out chillnosliip walk right up and bust your lip,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit