This is a song about "Those ripped lips"

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Got pissed off and ripped pamela lee's tits off

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Lady at the frank stand will

Your sexy lips so gentle

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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