This is a song about "Strawberry lips"

List if things that i would die for such as to be kissed by your amazing lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

They were the perfect couple, they'd always lock lips

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

So here i am at the store for some chips

Finish the day with joints on our lips

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips