This is a song about "Splitting lips cracking skulls"

So chase the air hide your stash

Thick lips and a sick class

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

You heard banks was crackin skulls

Or closed casket for our troubles

Or you'll spend your life with wrinkles and skin cracking,

You know that love is a very serious thing

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, i ain't satanic/

As she goes through the levels

I read a cops lips once