This is a song about "Two lips"

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

My lips are twisted i talk like moaning

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I read a cops lips once

I call it speaking tongues

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks