This is a song about "Those ripped lips"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

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

When you spill out hits

Darker than a fucka lips

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Finish the day with joints on our lips

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

You got ripped son, from front to back and side to side,

Gotta make that cash

Thick lips and a sick class

He can sing, not ripped apart,

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

A thug niggas in tha house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,