This is a song about "Two lips"

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Velociraptors, reptilian scales of snake lips,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips